Haiku isn’t about intellectual understanding but about a very deep realization of that which ordinarily goes unnoticed.
The poet and painter comprehend the same moment from different viewpoints.
Those who believe the fey little spinster never took off her ghostly white dress may require smelling salts.
...and the children were small globes, suffused with glitter and morning; and we rolled them between our palms...
What narrative or allegory arises in this collage when a snake flies through the air carrying a staircase?
