Morning Haiku and Waka – American Memorabilia – October 6, 2015

St. Louis

my first baseball game
watching the Cardinals lose
at Busch Stadium

little Italy
even in St. Louis
walking on the Hill

an Illinois fall
vast fields of soy and sorghum
stunning red tree tops
a tornado siren screams
deer walking Cambria’s streets

© G.s.k. ‘15

Wal-Mart ®

in the early dawn – shopping
cleaning the cart with Wipies ®
an old man in pyjamas
four litres of milk

in the early dawn – shopping
among blankets and donuts
computers, clothes and cell phones
don’t forget the bling

cleaning the cart with Wipies ®
this odd modern novelty
fear of germs and terrorists
pulsing every where

an old man in pyjamas
in the supermarket lanes
imagine an Italian
red-faced with shame

four litres of milk
all in one huge container
everything’s bigger here
walking for miles in Wal-Mart ®

© G.s.k. ‘15

I’d been away from the United States since 1979.  When I arrived, the first thing I noticed of course was the TSA, something that had not existed the last time I’d been home.  A couple in the line before me had a small child and the child, a bottle of milk, which they had to throw in the trash.   I had a box full of rings in my hand bag (we were told to carry valuables in our hand luggage) a beeper beeped and three guards jumped out and told me to open my bag and step back – slowly. A guard took out the box of rings (and just about everything else) and when I tried to help her open it another guard began to shout at me.  They asked me what they were.  I told them – rings (?).  They took my fingerprints – I was worried they’d take my rings too … one never knows what dastardly damage I could have done with them.

bling and baby’s formula
flying in the States

© G.s.k. ‘15

(Well, I got carried away with my American Memorabilia and didn’t follow our guest writer very well in his style and spirit … I may try later.)

Carpe Diem Special #171 Cor van den Heuvel’s “baseball”

The goal of CD Special is to try to write a haiku in the same spirit as the poet presented .. today we read about Cor van den Heuvel in the featured article … and here are some of this haiku from which to be inspired:


conference on the mound
the pitcher looks down
at the ball in his hand

pitcher and catcher
head for the dugout
the batter stares at his bat

© Cor van den Heuvel (from: baseball)

shading his eyes
the wooden Indian looks out
at the spring rain

late autumn-
sunlight fades from a sandbank
deep in the Woods

© Cor van den Heuvel

Lonesome American Dreams – Haiga (Haibun) – March 17, 2015


When I returned to the United States after an absence of nearly 30 years in 2010 my sister took me on road trips to any place she thought that I might find interesting.  One of these road trips took us to St. Louis where we visited a farmer’s Market called Soulards,  the Italian quarter known as ‘The Hill’ and of course to a Cardinal’s baseball game.

I think the most interesting spot for me was indeed ‘The Hill’.  To tell the truth, there was little or nothing of modern Italy about it (except for a magnificent, rich, creamy espresso I drank in a Caffè!).  Like most things I found in America, this place was like an echo from another time and place. I’d already noticed that the American’s seem to love to preserve a sort of decay, if I can use that word, that you won’t find in most of Italy and here it was even more apparent.

The buildings, inside and out, were often weathered and dark, with grey creaky floors and yellowed walls.  Italy is yes, ancient and we have oodles of old monuments and ruins, but when you go inside a restaurant, store or someone’s home, everything is bright and pretty much modern.  In some places it seemed that modernization ended in maybe 1955.

Perhaps each is seeking something that seems to be ‘missing’ in their society.  This has been something I’ve pondered on, off and on, since I made that and my subsequent 2012 trip.

from Italy
with dreams of golden paved roads
a house on the hill

© G.s.k. 15


This post was inspired and is linked to Heeding Haiku with Ha (Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie)