Along those roads … a Joseph Star – August 23, 2015

Jacek Yerka. Erosion. WikiArt.

Jacek Yerka. Erosion. WikiArt.

gone …
once again
but should you worry
those roads are like a siren
they are always tempting me
come away with us
once again
… gone

© G.s.k. ‘15

This post has been scheduled since I’m away … sorry it went up so late Paloma but know I wrote this on the 19th.

For : B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – August 14, 2015 – Joseph’s Star

The Joseph’s Star was created by Christina R. Jussaume. It is a non-rhyming 8-line poem with a syllable count of 1/3/5/7/7/5/3/1.  Each stanza is center-aligned so that the finished poem is diamond-shaped.

Take Away – “senryubun” – August 20, 2015

PHOTO PROMPT - © Madison Woods

PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods

I saw two moths like so many other tourists who lined up at the take-out window of the local fast-food joint. I could just imagine the conversation between the two.

“It’s been a long haul!  Whatcha say to a break?”

“Yeah . I could kill a hamburger!  Darn, it looks closed to me.”

“Uhm, I saw a dude pull up with a car and hit a squawk-box, then he drove over to this window and they gave him a bunch of stuff.”

“Ah – well, let’s go then!”

Even the moths
visit a fast food restaurant
from time to time

© G.s.k. ‘15

(A senryubun doesn’t exist … but I really couldn’t call this a haibun 😉 )

Written for Friday Fictioneers … and not linked sorry I’m not home.

On the Way … May 31, 2015


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “On the Way.”

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With the spring, adventure begins .. this year I’m going to take part in several Medieval reenactments … the first was at San Giorgio in Piano in the province of Bologna …

Shaded by Blossoms – May 14, 2015

Credits: Yamato Province, Woodblock print

Travelling in Yamato Province, I stayed overnight in a farmer’s house. The master of the house was very kind and hospitable.

shaded by blossoms
it is like song in a play
resting on a journey

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)


scent of Jasmine
the sound of a gurgling brook
peace of mind

© Chèvrefeuille

During on of Basho’s first pilgrimages, when he travelled alone, he often found hospitality.  In this haiku he praises the beauty of his host’s garden but also his kindness.  We’ve all at one time or another been travelling and hosted by a kind soul who makes us feel at home, so, I’ll write about that sensation (or will try to).

At my son’s house in Padua, last Friday, we set under his persimmon tree on the evening of my arrival.

persimmon blossoms
fall on the garden table
drinking lemon beer

under the persimmon tree
imagining Vivaldi

© G.s.k. ‘15

The prompt can be found:  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Modern-Day Nomad – Haibun – November 12, 2014

I’m a modern-day nomad .. no place to really call home.  I’ve lived in many countries, known lots of people but lost sight of every one of them. Forever a stranger, always an outsider.  I’ve got lots of photographs to remember moments and faces, but I don’t remember half the names of those people.

I used to lament my fate … after all it wasn’t a life of my choosing when I was growing up.  My father was a soldier and we followed wherever he was sent.  Back and forth across the Nation then from Alaska to Florida … across the wide Pacific. But when I grew up and I just didn’t stop travelling, it must have become a habit,  I crossed more oceans and seas into Europe and Africa.  I couldn’t really say then, that I hadn’t chosen to wander.

Lots of people envy me.  I’ve seen so many things, it’s true.  I’ve lived a full life.  Too bad my life is just full memories from photographs and old letters but I’ve no one with whom to share them.

endless winding road
never stopping to stay long
snapshot memories

(c) G.s.k. ’14

Me and my interests

Linked to Ligo Haibun

Hurdy Gurdy Man – A Music Sketch – June 19, 2014

That evening I reached Rome later than usual.   I got off the train then looked for some place to sit down to wait for my son to come pick me up. I knew I’d have to wait for about an hour since he’d phoned me to say he’d got caught up in the traffic due to an accident.

I saw the family after I’d found a table in a café near the platform. Their belongings were neatly stacked up near one of the marble dividers so common in Italian train stations.  The woman and her baby were asleep in a sleeping bag laid out on an open cardboard box, the man squatted nearby looking over them. The first thought that came to mind was that maybe they lived there at night.  There were a quite a few of these little “homesteads” throughout the stations of Italy.  By their dress one could tell that they weren’t Italians.

Peopled hurried past, either pretending not to see them or maybe as this had become such a familiar sight, really not seeing them.  However, with other’s there was an air of rejection and unease that seemed to wave out from them, almost as though it were an odor.

A stylish lady in a fur coat with a yappy dog on a leash, shivering picked her dog up and made a special  effort to give them a wide berth as she went by.  A middle-aged couple who obviously were doing quite well in life put their hand before their mouth and whispered to one another: “How shameful!”  Some other people turned their noses up and a couple of kids giggled.

Two Carabinieri stopped near the man and asked for their papers.  He pulled them out, presenting his train ticket too, without hesitation.  The police went on their way.

About 10 minutes later, a train pulled up to the platform, destination Cassino.  The man nudged his wife. They began to put their belongings on the train just as my son came up waving to me with a huge smile.

“Ciao Ma … how was your trip.”


It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these sketches.  I can’t really say why listening to this song by Donovan brought this story to mind. It’s based on many bits and pieces of memories, but no single memory in particular, like a collage it just fell together to make a story.




Shuukan 1 – June 15, 2014

logo haiku shuukanidyllic morn
first soft rays of sun
after the storm

idyllic cool morning
for a comic fest

beautiful sunrise
anticipating voyage
leaving Arco


This week’s Shuukan is dedicated to idyllic…I must admit, that I’m preparing to go off on a day trip to Villafranca near Verona to pass the day at the annual Comic Fest, so I don’t have my mind much on writing today…so I’m submitting this as Shuukan 1 😉

Senryu – April 26, 2014


my mind’s still sleeping
like the villages in shadows
driving to Trento

just another verse
then I must dress and leave home
one more day-long  trip

country-side speeds by
crunching kilometers
listening to the radio

at the hospital
will news be good … I think yes
be back home at six.