• Each of Us Bleeds Red
    All of Us Breathe the Blue Sky
    We Are All the Same

  • For Fran Nahabedian 1953-2024

    Where to Start?  Or How?
    When All We Feel is the Loss
    Endless and Numbing

    Start With Her Story
    Start With the Deep Kindness And
    Maybe We Can Breathe

    And Then Breathe Again
    Her Delight in Friends Delight
    Shining Bright And Warm

    Yes, Start There, One Step
    And Then Another, and Her
    Full Of Care Watching

    To Be Seen By Fran,
    To Remember Being Seen
    Lights A Forward Path.

    So Yes, Pain And Grief
    She’s Gone Ahead And We, We
    Must Linger, Must Wait

    Held In The Bright Light
    The Enduring Warmth, The Care
    And Love Undimmed By Time
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  • Episode M3.1 – Trees

    Haiku Meditations on Trees
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  • Let the Leaves Commence
    As the Winter Slumber Ends
    Arise to Sky and Light

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  • Crabapples Blooming
    A Luscious Adagio
    In Shades of Crimson

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  • Clouds Racing the Wind
    Through Fresh Blue Skies and Sunlight
    To Far Horizons

    Spring Twirls With Each Gust
    Raising Earth, Light and Water
    To Flowers and Leaves

    It is all Rebirth
    And Resurrection But For
    An Unnamed Longing

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  • It is That Season
    Opera, Symphony, and Dance
    Artists, Poised, Ready

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  • In Bare April Fields
    Two Young Cranes Dance the Sun Down
    And I am Content

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  • When First the Crocus
    Blooms, Does It Contemplate All
    Of Its Ancestry?

    Does the Plant Recall
    An Elemental World of Just
    Water, Light  and Stone?

    Is Each Year’s Blooming
    A Hymn In the Here and Now
    To Balm Endless Time

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  • Still Prairie Mornings
    Restore Me From the Illness
    That is Time and Space

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  • Sun and Sunflower
    Bumble Bee Works Its Magic
    For Seed and Nectar

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  • Bluebird on a Branch,
    Dressed Up in Sky and Sunrise
    Ready for the Day

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  • Mud and Browned Grasses
    Bare Limbs and Dried Flowers. March
    On Curtis Prairie

    Warming Sun Blue Sky
    Killdear and Cranes are Back. March
    On Curtis Prairie

    Breathing Deeply and
    Feeling Like Coming Home. March
    On Curtis Prairie

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  • Episode R3.0 – Cats

    Reflections on haiku about my cats
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  • It Never Takes Long
    Far Horizons Beckon, But
    Oh My Sessile Heart

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  • Just the Thought of You
    Sparkles Joy Like Confetti
    On a Springtime Breeze

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  • Mud and Root and Limb
    Reach for light, for the Wind’s Touch
    For Springtime Promise

    Buds and Blooms Recall
    Summer’s Blue Skies and Bright Sun,
    As A Future Dreamed

    First Flowers Erupt
    In Color, Light and Motion
    Springtime Incarnate

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  • A Late Winter’s Frost
    On Dried Wildflowers Echoes
    Notes of Future Blooms

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  • Low Winter Sun Through
    Bare Limbed Windbreaks Long Shadows
    Etch Snow Covered Fields

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  • The Archaeologist’s Dilemma

    Just Because Our Past
    Is Writ in Stone Does Not Mean
    It’s Less Mysterious

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  • Wind Swept Clouds, Blue Sky,
    Deep Snow Rests Quietly on
    Fields Dreaming of Spring

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  • Episode M3.0 – Cats

    Meditations in Haiku on My Cats
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  • 15 Years

    Time continues to weave its mysterious tapestry out of my aspirations, my attachments, and my history. It’s been 15 years since the first post of A Year of Haiku and this has become one of my favorite places in my life bringing joy, comfort and challenge all wrapped up in a delightful bundle. As noted below I started this little project to bring me more present to my daily life. Who knew that was a fractal journey, always with a path further in, always familiar and always delightfully new. Thank you all who have followed and encouraged me along this path.

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  • Clouds Ripple Blue Sky
    Like a Quiet Gesture Of
    Hope, Longing or Love

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  • Legions of Small Clouds
    Marching the Sky in Close Ranks
    Bits of Blue Shine Through

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  • In My Lap My Cat
    Purrs in Her Sleep Like the Well
    Told Tale I Just Read

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  • Sunlight Spatters Through
    Bare Tree Limbs and Across
    Frozen Stubbled Fields

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  • I Refuse to Choose
    Which Holocaust to Believe.
    They are All Sacred

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  • Low Clouds and Sunshine
    A Slow Dance, Quiet, Intense
    Like Sadness and Joy

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  • What Time Does Not Dissolve

    Not a haiku, but I’m excited to announce that my second novel, What Time Does Not Dissolve, is now available in e-book, paperback and hard cover on Amazon.

    Looking for change, Sara Chance moves across the country. Changes come, some exhilarating, some, not so much. Tangled in her present is a turbulent family history, a less than nurturing romantic life, and the love and affection of a sweet, fierce Aunt. Taking some of that fierce spirit, Sara works to untangle all the pieces, building a clearer foundation to become the kind of person she wants to be, with the kind of relationships she wants to have. What Time Does Not Dissolve is a story of emotional inheritance and human frailties and, ultimately, our ability to transcend those to something more meaningful and permanent.

  • Episode R2.2 – Clouds

    Reflections on Cloud Haiku
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  • In Praise of Summer
    Let Us Raise Our Hearts and Hands
    To the Sun and Sky

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  • In Latest August
    Knife Sharp Blue Skies Glint Summer’s
    Retreat Into Fall

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  • Episode M2.2 – Clouds

    Meditations in haiku on clouds
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  • Almost Biblical
    With Namesake Arms Held High as
    If To Stop the Sun

    See more on the Prairie Star Studios blog 

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  • Power Lines Glow Orange
    As the Sun Sets, Like a Fuse
    Set to Burn Down Time

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  • August’s First Day Trails High Horse Tail Clouds on Blue Sky To Murmur of Fall
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  • Episode R2.1 – My Chosen Kindred

    Reflections on Haiku about My Chosen Kindred
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  • Red Neon Light Flows Like Memory Down the Street While Downtown Slumbers

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  • We’re imagining We’ve mastered time and yet death Always comes calling Go ask the glaciers About lifespan, except we Have no shared language Perhaps the Mayfly? They have no time to form words In their five minutes. Maybe time and words Slide each other by, each the Others Mystery And lifespans are just The dreams of all things with a Beginning and end
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  • When Was the Last Time – A Haiku Short Story

    When Was the Last Time
    He Asked That First Time Last Time
    You Cleaned Your Own House

    No Introduction
    Always The Same Start, Last Time
    Question Always Changed

    That First Time I Said
    I Couldn’t Recall and He Said
    Then Your House Owns You

    He Slowly Stubbed Out
    His Cigarette, Raised A Brow,
    And Left, No Goodbye

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  • Bernie Franke 1923-2023

    I Could Wish for a Heart of Stone, a Beauty From The Earth’s Rocky Bones Revealing to Him Mysterious Natural Grace, The Passage of Time Yes, a Heart of Stone As he Saw Stone Would be a Blessing and a Gift
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  • Dusky Purple Rock
    River Smoothed Layers A Clock
    Marking Glacial Time

    See more on the Prairie Star Studios blog 

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  • Captured in His Gaze
    Bluebird Echoes the Colors
    Of Sky and Sunrise

    See more on the Prairie Star Studios blog 

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  • As Some Days Wind Down All That’s Left is Looking For God in the Shadows

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  • Episode M2.1 – My Chosen Kindred

    Haiku Mediations on My Chosen Kindred
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  • On Summer’s Cusp, Spring Evenings Linger Above Fields Of Green Perfection

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  • What I May Become Finds Its Wings on the Breath of My Chosen Kindred

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  • It’s No Special Day But I Think of You and Am Grateful and Amazed
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  • Zion National Park

    Red Rock Canyons Fill With Light and Shadows Rise to Move Across the Rocks As The Day Passes Canyon Walls Stand, Canvas for Always Shifting Light And Something Stirs in The Shadows or the Light on The Rocks or In Me
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