Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 4, Number 3, September 2010

Jeffrey Woodward
Detroit, Michigan, USA



The grass is tinder for a fire but it does not flare.  Is that the wind now or is that the grass dryly murmuring? No matter. That tongue is alien and brittle nor is this Pentecost.

why remember now
that long ago descent
from Mount Diablo?

The Bay Miwok escaped their Spanish captors and utterly vanished by the light of day – there in the scrub-oak and manzanita, savannah giving way to chaparral.  So the soldados with guns and sabers christened that place monte del diablo – the devil’s thicket.

Then the Yanquis came and then the Miwok disappeared again. By misapprehension, the Yanquis changed the name.


First collected in Quartet: a string of haibun in four voices (Teneriffe, Qld.: PostPressed, 2008), with Jeffrey Harpeng, Patricia Prime and Diana Webb.

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