Monday, December 24, 2007


I wish you all a wonderful holiday season.

My family celebrates a Danish Christmas with goose and red cabbage. Dessert is a rice pudding with an almond in it. Whoever gets the almond wins the marzipan pig.

It is Bling's first Christmas, so he is having fun crawling into the boxes and trying to climb up the two Christmas trees in the house. Mischi, being more used to all the glitter and fun is quite calm.

WE had a bit of snow, but it did not stay. Too warm in this rainforest.

In the snow
foot prints melt
in the sun

Snow on cedars
in the rainforest
it slowly washes away

A new nutcraker
i wait at midnight
where is the prince

In the harbour
boats with Christmas lights
sail slowly by

Christmas buffet
too many choices
sound of groaning

In the church
His light bright tonight
Christmas time

Saturday, November 3, 2007


Ah, November is has always been my favourite month along with December, for selfish reasons. My birthday and that of my soul-mates who are also fellow Sags.
A few are scattered around the world. My wish is to have a huge party one year and invite them all to Hawai'i with me so we can all celebrate our birthdays together there. Christmas officially begins in Honolulu right after Thanks giving with the Santa parade. The large hotels do a wonderful job in decorating. Yes, it is a wonderful time!!

My friend Ian MacDougall has shot a few very nice photos on Vancouver Island for you to see here.

Winter begins on December 22, so there are still many weeks of Autumn left to enjoy this colourful season.

Some tanka and haiku for Autumn:

Trees from Italy
yellow leaves falling
near the cedars

In the midst
of yellow and red leaves
a palm tree

The black kitten
chases a grey squirrel
in the misty garden

Purple leaves
of a tree in a field
i know not what kind

Autumn cranberries
beyond ripe for picking
bird's food supply
for the coming Winter
full of vitamin C

A county lane
fencing the horses in
Autumn sunshine

On the lonely path
red and gold leaves
she walks on them
crunching in delight
with a giggle too

In the distance
mountains now touched with
the first snows of Winter
nature has left her
first mark behind

Wednesday, October 10, 2007


He has black hair and large emerald eyes. He is taking up all my free time. He will not leave my pc alone. He sleeps on my pillow, not his own. He sleep most of the day and eats for the rest. HIs hair is so very soft and long and i wonder if he will loose it like so many men. We do not speak the same language so it is a bit hard to communicate fully. He has very high cheak bones and his eyes have a Mongolian slant to the. Perhaps he is part Hungarian like me? The two males next door speak the same language, so he goes over to Raymond's house a few times a day.
Mischi hisses at him and swats him when he passes by her. He likes to share my coffee too much. He is already hyper, so i try and keep him from doing that. He is very noisy and has looked in all my closets. He has a fondness for shoes, especially designer ones. So, he is a bit vain or perhaps just has a taste for the finer things in life. To celebrate his moving into my house i served my usual celebration bottle or two of Veuve Clicquot and smoked salmon sandwiches, well he did not like the bubbly, but eat most of the salmon. He enjoys my many silk kimona very much, perhaps he is part oriental in orientation. He also has insommnia as i do, but he will not take any sleeping mediction. It is early days yet, i do hope he will fit in with the rest of my household soon. His name is Jet. I love him very much indeed!

HIs black hair shines
in the Autumn misty day
sounds of hissing

On my silk kimona
many long black hairs
rustle of old silk

We share a glass
of the old bubbly wine
in Irish glasses

Mischi, the old female
her blue-green eyes flash
at his large emerald ones

My blue silk pillow
a new shiny black head now
little room for mine

In the long dark night
a new heart beat next to mine
i go to sleep with a smile

Sunday, September 23, 2007


I woke up very early this morning for some reason. I have actually slept 7 hours a night for the last couple of months, not today. I then realised it is the first day of Autumn.

Autumn always gives me a restless feeling, perhaps itis my Maygyar DNA. An urge to go off to Winter hunting grounds?

For weeks now it look as if someone has used a paint brush on the trees and bushes during the night. The old oak trees have rusty leaves and the acorns are on the ground.

I found an interesting and useful piece of rock art. Rocks have spaces where you put tea lights inside them. They warm the rocks...a wonderful spot to put cold bare feet.

I have never been to Eastern Canada or the USA for Autumn and one day i really must go and see all those red Maple trees. We do not have mnay of them here.

Autumn haiku and tanka

Rusting oak trees
guarding the harbour entrace
spaces to see through now
the ships pass behind them
to Alaska and Vancouver

Red and yellow leaves
float on the blue ocean
where do they journey to
if i were an insect small
could i catch a ride

On this pacific island
reds and yellow leaves
foat here and settle there
i feel ready to travel
with them right now

A weeping willow
still full of green leaves
the old man's memories

The old man
lights a Churchill
to keep wasps away

Half the boats
in the harbour now gone
more space for my dragonboat
to reach the other island

In Mother's garden
sound of many crickets
singing old songs

In the kitchen
a cricket in a cage
keeping Aki time

Sunday, September 16, 2007


Two very special birthdays to the Ladies that are so very import to me!!

Normally Sagittarian and Virgo do not really get along.

Well, not true at all.

Both have milestone birthdays today. Both share ancient roots to the Baltic sea.

One the oldest woman in my life, the other the youngest.

For Mutti Melitta:

She starts her day

with the coffee with her name

Melitta in her cup

Wihout her on earth

i would not be here at all

September's red leaves

On the Baltic

in an ancient place

gold sand dunes

Blond Viking hair

the Baltic winds blow

the sea scents

Young green eyes

do not recognize the

older face

Across the sea

in an old graveyard

ancestor spirits

still alive and with us today

tall blue irises


Her voice

my wake-up call

each moring

In old Hamburg

from her open window

mist from the river

In her closet today

another pair of designer shoes

from her Prince

Bottle of champagne

another taste of

the old widow Clicquot

to start a birthday morning

in my Irish glass

Saturday, September 8, 2007



By Angelika Bygott and John Daleiden


a frog observes

the clouds /chiyo-ni

near the lily pads

dragon flies hover /Angelika

the waves break

on Malibu Beach

sandpipers skitter /John

late August day

a leaf in the ocean

Canada Goose honks /Angelika

hurricane remnants

one hundred year floods /John

the lunar eclipse

her full face has a twin

in the still ocean /Angelika

Friday, August 17, 2007


Happy Birthday my one and only child.

Against all odds we both survived one of those "Hungarian dramas" that this family is so fond of.

On the radio right now they are playing a csardas...

From The Phophet by Kahil Gibran

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you.

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

My tanka

He sits on the large hill

King of his great pride

His kingdom down below

The responsibilities are vast

A roar awkens the day

Written this morning August 17, 2007

Happy Birthday!!!!!

Monday, August 6, 2007


My computer crashed and have lost most of my data. Did back my data as i should have...NO!!!

Well, as everything in my life i only learn things the hard way. I am especially sorry that my Cousin Kim lost his collection of 30,000 songs that he has been collecting for so long.

I now have an external hard-drive and this should help with anymore losses.

I am grateful to Ray and Roger for letting me use their sorry for waking the two of you so early in the mornings. You have been good sports. I will have one of my bubbly parties soon to celebrate.

Here in Nanaimo we had the annual Dragon boat festival in which i was part of. Then there was the Bathtub Races which brings so many tourists to the city. More and more i hear many European and Asian languages spoken here and am happy that these tourists are enjoying this city and the island.

Here are a few haiku and tanka:

For the breast cancer survior dragon boat teams

My paddle goes slowly

among the flowers in the sea

so many lives gone

but we honour

them today

Salt on arms and legs

spash the dragon boaters

as a seal watches

For Sam Monagham Stone for his historic sea voyage from Honolulu to Japan on the Kama Hele, a 125 day life changing adventure. I am so proud of you See you on my birthday in Honolulu!!!

You can read about his adventure on and on his regular column for JAL at, also his TV show website

On the still sea

his eyes look inward

creating stories

Summer morning

watching the sun rise

haze on the sea

Blue-green eyes

memories brings me back

to your island

Sunday, July 1, 2007


Happy Canada Day

The city will be full of actvities today. One nice thing is the annual classic car show . Family actvities in the park. I like that the downtown highrises all put large flags on thier balconies.

The 360 Van Isle sailboat race is now finished. i watched the sailboats come in yesterday morning.

I met many of the sailors...they were all having coffee down on the quay.

Canada is 140 years old today!!!!

At dawn

sailboats enter the habour

sailors ready for coffee

Canada Day

she is 140 years old

young at heart and spirit

people of many lands

room for them all

Last day of June

she waits for the Honey Moon

her beautiful face

My little sister

her birthday yesterday

like the daughter

i could never have

Frohes Geburstag

Sunday, June 17, 2007


A happy Father's Day to all of you

My Father whio was Hungarian died in a very dramatic way on Father's day many years ago.

I wrote some haiku and tanka for him during the years. Some are in my book, Vancouver Island poetry, one i just wrote this morning, a tanka with 5-7-5-7-7.

Father's Day morning

memory of him cutting

his yellow roses

the bush still growing anyway

His presence brings peace to me

A few others (free form)

This one was read in church last year:

You were my guide

My best Friend

Tears were shed with you

The first dance was with you

I place my poem

On your ashes

From my book:

Restless river

The fire-coloured maple

Beckons the Magyar


She places haiku

upon his ashes

Red as a poppy

Maple leaves fall

On the memorial

Thursday, June 14, 2007


I was Confirmed into the church on June 6th, 2007

It was a wonderful and moving ceremony.

This is the tanka i wrote about it:


A coolish Spring night

the Bishop places his hands

on her lower'ed head

light of His Divine Presence

brings a warmth to the old church

Monday, June 4, 2007


It was Tyson's coming of age birthday and i wanted to be there to share it him. There is one thing that is a bit of a bother living on this island; one needs to either fly or take the ferry to leave it. Tyson was having trouble with his shiny, red convertible, so he and Maya could not come and meet the ferry. There are no flights to Chilliwack from here. So, i took the bus and actually enjoyed the trip. The bus had lots of room and i had a seat to myself. I plugged in my msic and it took 55 songs and i was there.

The legal age in B.C. is 19. Tyson, being a red-blooded thirsty Canadian teen-age headed to the local liquor store. He was asked for 2 pieces of id., he only had one...he was a bit upset. He was so happy to be able to be some German beer. He and Maya had just returned from a trip to Hamburg to see Opa Walter and he now really enjoyed the city's fine beer. So, we returned home to get his passport. He came out of the shop with a very large bag. We drove out to Cultus lake to cool off, it was clost to 35 degrees. i walked out to the pier to write some poetry. I looked at the water and saw about 50 bottles of empty bottles of beer bobbing in the water. I thought not only dangerous but very careless and thoughless. I tried to reach down and get a few, but my snense of balance was off, i fell in. What a start to my mini-holiday!!! A couple of hours later were home and all of us with a bit of heatstroke. In the car we did not realise how hot the sun really was. But, all was fine in the morning and we had a good bottle of bubble, smoked salmon and other goodies to celebrate Tyson's 19th birthday. Baroness Maya as usual was a wonderful hostess as only a young woman trained by a German housekeeper can be. Not a dust mote insight and wonderful Hungarian-German food.

Here is a poem by Rudyard Kipling that i find very suitable for any young man who has reached adult-hood.


If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, not talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,

If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Diaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted ky knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave yur life to, broken

And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And loose, start again at yur beginnings

And never breath a word about yur loss;

If you can force yur heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on where there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything thats in it,

And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Yes, Dear Tyson you a Man now!!!!!!

My dear, sweet Tyson this is one for you. My dear, sweet Finnish cousin, do not feel left out, Kipling wrote a complete book with your name as a title.

Monday, May 21, 2007


This was the 140th Annual May Queen Crowing.

I had the please of meeting the 20006 May Queen. She was a beautiful, clever and delightful girl. Then on Friday was the crowing of the 2007 May Day Queen and her attendents. There were Maypole dancing, ballet performances, Highland dancing and Bagpipes. Members of parliament and the Mayor's office were there too. I was interesting to me that traditons so old and long forgottren by most people were still being held in this age. Though, ay one time the May Queen was sacriiced for a good harvest, i was careful not to tell the Queen any of this.

We had the tradional small parade and fireworks at night. The start of many week-end festivites here. I took photos, but not too many are very good. As always, i do try...

There was a 1930s firetruck in the parade. Pierre would have liked that.

I planted my flowers this morning, it is traditional to do that on this week-end in most of Canada. Here on the island we really do not have to worry about the weather.

A few haiku and tanka:

Her young eyes

fill with tears tonight

May Day Queen year over

Robe of purple

a diamond tiara

a glowing Queen

Old chestnut tree

white candles sway

Spring wind

Highland dancers

young girls twirl thier kilts

swords at thier feet

The Colour Guard

holding the many flags

old backs still straight

The dark sky

full of colours and sound

fireworks bring me

outside to look

with delight

Sunday, May 13, 2007



I am on my way to meet mine for a buffet lunch and a bottle of bubbly.

There is so much to say about my Mother...2 much

So , all i will do is her favourite haiku today

Regal looking Lady

more silver in the gold

of her hair

Tuesday, May 8, 2007


May has many important dates.

May 1....Oma callls first thing and says, "That Korean wife of his killed him you". Well May 1 is my Father's birthday. He married a lovely Korean lady and had a stroke, a year later. Oma is convinced that she gave him herbs to kill him and run off with the money.

Well,, after his stroke, yes she ran off, but i was made his trustee... He died 10 years later with another stroke. He was finally going to write his life story. He had refused to talk about his life in Hungry until the communists left. It would have been an exciting story full of Princes, thieves, lost castles and who knowas what is fact or fiction. I really do not know anything about his family in Hungry at all....only hints. He did mention a beautiful place close to Lake Balaton. I found it and it had been turned into a luxury hotel. In 1989, after the communists lot power...they gave back land and property....but i had to prove what his family owned. Well, he was caught in a fire working up North and all his papers were lost, so now change of a castle on Lake Balaton. It is there and beautiful and that is fine...i can go anything and stay there. Though Dr. Pavel will not allow me to travel through time zones in fear of inducing my illness. So i can only only in North America fo the time being.

May 6 is also a birthday of a person who was once very special to me. I am happy his heart is still ticking over, 41 is too young to die. Though this modern day Renaissance man has had a life filled of all the things he has wanted to do and experience. It is not the quantity but the quality, but i pray for him.

It is Jeffrey's fathers very large birthday this month also. he has been very ill too, so he is in my daily prayers also. It seems once a man reaches 40, his body starts to send messages...

Well May 13 is Mother's Day...and always a happy day in our family. The women live on and on!!

For Sandor

On Lake Balaton

the room of his birth

a warm glow

Restless river

the fire-coloured maple

beckons the Magyar


she places haiku

over his ashes

For J

A blue-irised man

sends her a post-card

on his honeymoon

His four children

gather around his bed

he is content

For Oma

Spring morning

more silver than gold

in her hair

Her singing

fills the old house

and odour of 4711

For Robert (Bob)

His milestone birthday

drinking Veuve Clicquot

counting his years in bubbles

wonder where the time has gone

And what would have been a special Wedding anniversay

On the small island

memories of thier life

fill the shadows

Monday, April 23, 2007



A very loud clap of thunder and then the Pineapple Express hit us in Maffeo Sutton Park. A spectacular start to the day.

My group of vlounteers did a splendid job and we all enjoyed the day. i was in charge of of the colouring contest. I handed out the picture to colour...damp but joyful entrants kept me busy. During the most powerful downpour i coloured too. Aw well, it is fun to be child-like, i make it a daily practise. The best part of the day was a swing music group. Everyone liked the music of that era.

I have 3 festival tatoos that will not budge from my arms.

A few haiku and tanka (free-form and childish)

A loud clap

Thor in the sky today

the rush of wind and rain

children cry as the paint face

decorations run down in many colours

Japanese exchange students

volunteer for Earth Day

they run in the rain

giving out bottles of

pure island water

Earth Day

rain drops on

the Smart Car

In the rain

on Earth Day

the government ministers

cheerful in the rain

many people running to their booth

for free coffee and donuts

On Earth Day

we discuss how "green" we are

proud of our efforts

hey, i gave up my german tank

and still miss it, but not the price of gas

Earth Day

at the end of the day

tents dripping rain

a man comes along with

2 dogs that look like mops

Monday, April 16, 2007


Don Ho

Donlad Ho Tai Loy, August 13, 1930- April 14, 2007.

He die dof hear failure yesterday morning. He will be sadly missed by all and his show in Waikiki. I had th epleasure of meeting him and found him a wonderful, charming man.

Well known for his song, "Tiny Bubbles".

He was an icon who well represented the State of Hawaii.

White flower lei

the scent of rain in the air

her tears flowing

The heart of Waikiki

will forever beat in song

blue-great pacific

In the wine

those tiny bubbles

she lifts a glass

of Vevbe Clicquot

to his memory

Sunday, April 8, 2007


A wonderful Easter service today. The sun was out for only a little while...nothing new about that here on this island of rain forests...

I realised today that i have unconditional love from two men in my life. Jesus and Jeffrey!!!

I have turned off Yahoo and MSN and am spening the day in contemplation.


Angel sitting on the stone

the women named Mary not believing

the news that will bring joy

for two thousand years

first Easter

Thursday, April 5, 2007



I was carrying 10 pounds of groceries on each arm. I stopped to take a breathe.

I looked down in to the flower bed and there almost hidden where forget-me-nots, small blue star-like flowers with a yellow center. My heart stopped for a moment. Flooding with memories, thought were long gone. I felt a great wave of sadness. Two wonderful, but also painful memories of two blue-irised ones. I later found that one of them is very ill...more sadness and un-ease. In church tonight i prayed.



The night you left

i placed some forget-me-nots

on the windshield of your bus

knowing that we would never

share special moments again

In the store

your music in the back ground

i smile and remember

years ago, the same music

knowing you are happy



i saw them suddenly on the path

my thoughts turned to him

with my heart filled

with sadness


my thoughts return to your eyes

so many years ago

then tears in mine

wonderment and a deep sigh


a tear starts to flow

knight, poet and coffee lover

your heart stop-go...

i say a prayer

Wednesday, March 21, 2007


Happy Spring to all of you. I am still unclear about it being yesterday or today. Oh well.

The plum and cherry trees are in bloom and i was going to take some photos of them yesterday, but it was a cool, cloudy day. The wonderful scented blue hyacinth is now out also. It sents my whole house. It also fulfils my love of the many shades of blue with a touch of purple in them.

The first of many guests to the island will start to arrive latter this week. Who can blame them and i am happy they will be on this wonderful island and escape their cities jobs and stress. My Mother, son and i enjoy our role of hosts for our own private B&B. We serve a wonderful breakfast and leave our guests free to do whatever they wish during the day. Some are excellent cooks and the enjoy the fresh fish and produce here. I am looking forward to the meals and wines they conjour up daily. There goes my strict diet, again.

Well, Spring is also in the air in Finland. My Finnish cousin Kim was in the mood to sing a few songs for me first thing this moring. He has a deep voice, just the thing to help me wake up in a hurry.

Yesterday my Pakistani cousin, Muddy in Lahore felt like singing also. Must be in the air world-wide.

This island has deep voices we do not want though. We have an influx of unwanted voracious Americna bullfrogos, an invasive species that can grow to be the size of a dinner plate and even small house pets!!! They are hunted down and zapped with electricity. They

were brough onto the island in the 1930s by a man who wnated to breed them

for their legs!!

Speaking of coffee. I read that heavy caffeine users are almost twice as liklely to exhibit panic disorder, generalized anxiety disorder and major depression. Starbucks has no interest in supporting further research on this. I will not give up my Kona, which reminds me that Hawaiian cousin Sam needs to sen dme a few more pounds soon.

If anyone knows how i can merge my 4 blogs into one, please let me know.

A few Spring haiku and tanka (lazy style--free form)

Houseboat in Kashmir

his black eyes seem almost blue

she hides her feelings very well

the lake sill and silent

this Spring morning

The lake in Finland

finally free of ice now

his eyes just as blue

Spring morning

the first bird call

to awaken me

New green grass

many small black birds

this Spring day

Float planes land

ferries pass the island

she waits for him

Monday, March 19, 2007


My church had a St. Pat's Day tea. It is so nice to have these traditions. The elderly ;ladies did a wonderful job of setting up the tea, baking and also had crafts for sale.

It is my friend from Rhode Islands" birthday. So my thought go to him and our time on Maui and the fun we had. Especially the Friday night Art Walk. All the art galleries on Front St. have open house with artists in attendance. Kerry and i were much impressed with some pieces of Arte we saw. It was close to Christmas and we were both missing our Northern European Christmas rituals. He is part Irish and very sentimental, so we were both a bit sad this our first Christmas without our families. He di not have his own guitar and would not use another person's, so i could not listen to him playing the music he played when he formed his group in Rhode island when he was younger. One regret i have is that the peg-legged old man at Pioneer Inn promised to send the photos he took of us....they never came. I had top leave the island for a family emergency and we did not even exchange last names. But we had a nice time and i am sure he thinks of us every December too. His last words to me were, " say yes to life."

Wonderful advice for all of us.

A few free-form tanka for Kerry

On this tropical island

we were both so far from home

on Christmas eve, feeling sad

about both of our Nordic rituals

tears from your Irish eyes

In the art gallery

the amazing works of Arte

that i was afraid to touch

you told me you would buy it for me

one day when you were flush again

Maui stars

so clear in the winter night

you so much younger than I

but knowing more of life

A man in jean shirt and jeans

a dark night on Maui

telling me about your music

and your love of guitar

Today is your birthday

i can still see a pair of emerald eyes

with black thick lashes

so many years ago

why do men have better lashes

than most girls

On this your birthday

i have no photo of you

pushing your dark hair

out of your emerald eyes

memories come one by one

New rice paper

i draw eyes of green with black lashes

Maui mountains and

light green sea

this Spring day

Monday, March 12, 2007


Well, first thin i did was do this blog and then i lost it somehow. I think it is all this grey and misty weather the last few weeks, i can't recall the last time the sun was out. The best thing is that the weather comes from Hawai'i. I sweat i can smell Plumeria in the air.

One of the nice things i found on this new pc in the video capabilities. I checked Ottmar's site and found his video's. I enjoyed them very much. I was amazed to find that his head was now shaved. A lot of my male friends of all ages now have bald heads or very short hair. I quess it is the fashion?

I have been very lazy for a number of weeks. I quess it is the weather. I am writing 13 short stories. I found that i am confusing names, dates, places, locations as i write them all. Well, i am making a mess of them. BUt, i get an idea and i just add to them. In one i am walking down a street in Vancouver and then in the next paragraph i am in Honolulu with another main character. Perhaps i should try and stick to one story at a time. The first one is still wioth Hugh in Cambridge waiting for him to finish editing it.

Next week is Spring. I need to do some haiku for Asahi in Tokyo this week. We do have flowers and trees out already, so it will not be too hard to write a few, even though the mist is caught in the cedars all day here. All i see is grey and green. No touch of my favourite blue anywhere except in Mischi's wonderful eyes.

Here are a few free form haiku and tanka, poems i did watching Ottmar's vidos this morning.

I hope my "Chinse Cousin" forgives me, once again, lol.

This early Spring day

the trees as bare as

your bald head

Closed eyes

open his heart

so the music flows

into his fingers

the guitar sings

His long fingers

on the strings

this Spring night

the music invades

my determined isolation

on my mist filled

cedar island

"i refuse to answer hair questions"

now he has none

unlike Samson of Old

the power still flows

in his magical fingers

Tuesday, February 20, 2007



It is 4705, year of the Pig

I went to a Chinese buffet and eat like one!!!

I have met a Pig-person this year and i wish him the best of years this year.

I was in Victoria for a few days last week and went to Chinatown for a few New year's goodies and essential herbs and teas for my larder.

I was asked to write some rose haiku for an upcoming book published by Angela Leuck in Quebec later this year. She has asked many haijin around the owrld to contribute and i am pleased that she has also asked me again. She has been publishing a series of flower haiku books. I did some tulip haiku for her a couple of years ago.

My book has been selling well in Vancouver and i need to re-

print soon. Hugh Bygott is still revising it. I will add some new haiku and a few new photos. I will be leaving out the personal dedications, due to the fact that i left out a number of people and they are upset.

i have joined the Tanka Association of America. I am going to concentrate on tanka this year. The longer lines and syllabels gives me more scope to say a bit more.

Here are a few Rose haiku i did this week and some last year.

Late winter today

the rose bushes now pruned down

promise of scents soon

The misty garden

yellow petals falling down now

as her tears flow down

Valentine's day here

she waits all the day for the

sign of his caring

In his large letter

the rose petals falling out

tears softening them

After she rose

her scent lingerd

will he miss her

A purple rose

with silver glitter

the latest thing

Monday, January 1, 2007


Well, it is 2007 and how fast 2006 went by.

I only have one resolution and that is to loose weight, or i should say FAT.

I bought a treadmill and will go on it several times a day and hope that it will help.

This is one of my favourite haiku for year end:

At 12:00

he sits in last year's

bath water

May your wishes come true this year!!