trash / bruscar

táimid ar fad sa silteán

 cuid againn ag breathnú 

ar an mbruscar

We are all in the gutter 

some of us are looking 

at the trash

Haiku by Rosenstock 

Art by Symes 

gadhar / dog

the dog yawned 

and almost swallowed

my Dharma

tháinig méanfach ar an ngadhar 

agus is beag nár shlog sé

an darma orm

Haiku by Kerouac 

Irish by Rosenstock 

Art by Symes 

Kerouac

The clouds assume 

as I assume,

Faces of hermits

cuma an díthreabhaigh

ar na scamaill

mo dhála féin

haiku by Kerouac

irish by Rosenstock 

art by Symes 

Senryu

uaisliú

cá ndeachaigh

na fiailí go léir!

gentrification . . .

where have all

the weeds gone!

gentrificare. . .

cum de au dispărut

toate buruienile!  

                                                                         Leagan Rómáinise: Olimpia Iacob

Kerouac

Why'd I open my eyes?

 Because

I wanted to

tuige

ar osclaíos mo shúile? 

mar gur theastaigh uaim

Haiku by Kerouac 

Irish by Rosenstock 

Art by Symes 

Photo-Haiku: Abbas

Abbas

none to fight?

fight with shadows

to the end

níl céile comhraic agat?

troid le scáileanna

go dtí an deireadh

About his photography Abbas wrote:

My photography is a reflection, which comes to life in action and leads to meditation. Spontaneity – the suspended moment – intervenes during action, in the viewfinder. A reflection on the subject precedes it. A meditation on finality follows it, and it is here, during this exalting and fragile moment, that the real photographic writing develops, sequencing the images. For this reason a writer's spirit is necessary to this enterprise. Isn't photography "writing with light"? But with the difference that while the writer possesses his word, the photographer is himself possessed by his photo, by the limit of the real which he must transcend so as not to become its prisoner.

haiku

Alexander Rodchenko

fóill

ar d'anáil, fan!

a Ghaibriéil

hold

your breath!

not yet, Gabriel