Roll the dice tanka

my dad taught me
how to roll the dice
on sandy soil
now I live the life
of an orphan

First published in A HUndred Gourds 2:2 March 2013
http://ahundredgourds.com/ahg22/tanka12.html

The sand of Nanganesa haibun

Nothing changed after two months as I step my feet back in the sand of Nanganesa beach.
They are there where they were; the cliff, the trees and fishing boats. The sky, too. Don't they move just a little somewhere?
Nothing changed. But this nothingness.

over

the sound
of waves—

the sound
of wave

Beach haiku

‎1/
wave-washed sand castle--
the fading warmth of
your laughter

2/
i know, dear
you were stars last night
pebbles on the beach

3/
barefooted--
knowing why the left
deeper in the sand

Lonely traveller haiku

clear sky
over sand dunes
are you travelling alone?

langit kosong
melintasi gumuk pasir
perjalanan sendiri?