One of the best things about visiting Washington, D.C., last week,
was having a print version of the Post in my hands every day. Just
as it impressed me with its comprehensiveness and attitude when
I arrived in D.C. to attend college in 1967 (as compared with the
Rochester [NY] Democrat & Chronicle), and bonded with me during
the Whitewater years, the Post has spoiled me again for my current
hometown rag, the Schenectady [NY] Gazette, as it had when I moved
here in 1988. (Note, though, that many of my D.C. friends believe WaPo
is not sufficiently aggressive investigating George W. Bush.)
An odd local story in the Washington Post (and on all the tv news shows)
last week was the tale of the cell-phoning bank robber — a young woman
who recently robbed four banks in the Northern Virginia suburbs, and
appeared to be talking on a cell phone during three of the robberies, as
she showed each teller a box with a holdup note attached to it.
into the night
we talk of human cloning
snowflakes
To Hear the Rain (2002)
clay on the wheel I confess my faith
orig. Adele inspired this senryu:
she’ll never
own a cell phone!
she borrows mine
dagosan [Nov. 15, 2005]
“The haiku deserves special consideration, not only because
it is a short, meaningful type of Japanese poetry, but because
it is so easy to do badly. While traditional haiku has all sorts
of elements that provide atmosphere, yours need only follow
the syllable rule. Your first line should have five syllables, the
second seven, and the third five again. As long as you have
most of your fingers intact, this should not cause a problem:
I like bees, they’re so
Yellow and black, and yellow
And black and yellow
I bet Adele and Peggy (who’s a native of
brief visit
peony open
to its heart
amber light
creased in a roadmap
a place we’ve been
recycling –
before he grinds the stump
he counts the rings
