Some of you may know my friend, the Welsh wonder, master poet, Ash Raymond James. He and I are brothers from other mothers, we knew it from the start, and we’ve been lucky enough to develop a friendship despite oceans between us. If you’re not yet following his Substack, I highly encourage you to do so, the link is above on his name. At any rate, when he issues me a writing challenge, whether I like it or not, I have to rise to the occasion. He did so recently, defying me to write a haiku using only 3 words, no more, no less. I took the challenge, but instead of just phoning it in, I wanted to try my very hardest to write one that actually meant something to me, not just the traditional “refrigerator” type joke haiku that could have happened.
I love this, it’s short and powerful. Ash’s substack is awesome, I highly encourage everyone to subscribe and follow. It’s a mish mash of greatness, just like Ash and his Mind Noise is phenomenal 🌪🤩😉.
I’m still stuck in the sentiment of sediment back here. They remind me of my inability to adequately articulate the link between the new growth forest covering the trenches and shell holes at Verdon, mirrored by the ancient canopy of Aokigahara. If we are rocks and minerals, so too we must be trees.
I love this, it’s short and powerful. Ash’s substack is awesome, I highly encourage everyone to subscribe and follow. It’s a mish mash of greatness, just like Ash and his Mind Noise is phenomenal 🌪🤩😉.
Great haiku!
I’m still stuck in the sentiment of sediment back here. They remind me of my inability to adequately articulate the link between the new growth forest covering the trenches and shell holes at Verdon, mirrored by the ancient canopy of Aokigahara. If we are rocks and minerals, so too we must be trees.