In Memoriam Imran Saithna
Ruba’iyat XIX I’ll take the blows upon my chin I’ll rise, I’ll fight and I will win I will be happy someday soon I…
Ruba’iyat XIX I’ll take the blows upon my chin I’ll rise, I’ll fight and I will win I will be happy someday soon I…
(sallahu alayhi wa salaam) The Prophet Muhammad arose one morning and by evening it …
GOD’S ALCHEMY Green elements turn into golden ones when God’s breath flows across them Gold dust motes float down as slowly as…
The sky is pewter… No birds come to the feeder — war desolates all These haiku are i…
PATHETIC AS IT MAY SEEM Pathetic as it may seem this entire world sits on a table in a little spotlight in God’s Throne…
A rhinoceros — beady eyes and quite small brain — is running the war! I’m sorry… The…
THE ENORMOUS CORRIDOR OF SORROW In the enormous corridor of sorrow masked Napoleonic pygmies play with human souls in the shap…
GOD’S MONOTONE The rain’s coming down outside my window – leaky pipes – a background…
The heart breaks to hear any news now from Iraq… good… bad… such hardship! Another: We broke in — smashed things… killed the k…
The tyranny of Boulderoak the knavery of Dor the flat out death at Zonderzee the corpses on the floor The scepter of the ruler…
The hills above The Dalles are striped with snow and last year’s stubble. Hawks hunt along the rows. The hills were shouting G…
“Osama… meet George… Here’s bread and water to eat the rest of your days…” I’m frankly a bit obsessed. The “Islamic Haiku” I’v…