seat on the quay
a boat takes the gulls
into the morning fog

flute wood the blackbird's bough sunlit

Chrysanthemum  No. 27, April 2020

self-isolation
between cooking pot and laundry
searching for haiku


cherry branches
it's getting brighter
in the flat

lilies of the valley
self-picked
on Mother's Day

only my footprints
follow me on the wet sand
quite out of breath

nur meine Spuren
folgen mir im nassen Sand
ganz außer Atem

Chrysanthemum (April 2019)

a rainbow
above silent gravestones -
last salute

on his finger
the golden wedding band
of someone else
Failed Haiku Issue 34, October 2018

an seinem Finger
das goldene Hochzeitsband
der Anderen

sweltering heat
my to-do list
untraceable

weather-beaten
the fisherman
repairs his net

far behind me 
your stainless steel voice 
rustproof   

Christmas bakery -
the scales sighs devotedly
in advance

summerdream -
wingbeat of a butterfly
changes the world

full moon -
in the eyes of the tiger
iron bars

Vollmond -
in den Augen des Tigers
Gitterstäbe

Chrysanthemum (April 2018)

only a thin thread
against the beeping silence -
his breath

all night long 
fighting against dragons 
no escape

another summer - 
still waiting for you 
to come around

Did I get blunt? Oh, not really!

When the first refugees drowned in the Mediterranean there was an outcry in the media. We all were shocked.

Today, a casual mention following the day-to-day politics. Nothing has changed and it touches me more than ever. After a moment of hesitation I reach for the remote.

Yes I know, I know

foreign war
secured at his backpack
a toy soldier

all that remains
to write about -
winter moon

Mainichi Jan. 26, 2018

on call duty
the far-away cooing
of wild doves

Tired and hungry after a long journey we decide to spend the evening in a well-known tapas bar.

The waitress serves us pepperoni stuffed with codfish and fried baby squids.

Almost heretical I order a burger and it is the best I can remember.

The veal is done to perfection. Big onion rings are roasted with honey and the smoky dip is just fantastic.

Even the sesame bun is warm and crispy

"Algo mas?"

another glass of wine
the old face
of our rose peddler