This blog exists out of a deep love for the form of haiku and its ability to hold multitudes in stillness. Haiku, like so many things in art and life, belongs to a long cultural and literary lineage, one that I approach with reverence, curiosity, and care. While I don’t claim cultural ownership of this tradition, I am devoted to learning from it, being in dialogue with it, and honoring its spirit of observation, restraint, and quiet beauty.
I believe in creative humility, acknowledging where this form has come from, and giving credit where it’s due. Haiku is a lifelong practice, one that teaches me to see, to pause, and to reflect. I find joy in learning, especially from voices and cultures far beyond my own, and it’s with this spirit of respect that I engage with the art form.
This space is not academic. It is personal. It is a practice in stillness, reflection, and poetic repair, an offering of my own quiet observations amidst the larger conversation. I write with deep reverence for haiku’s roots, understanding that they stretch far beyond me, into a history I am both student and admirer of. Though I do not write in the traditional Japanese form, I carry its essence with me: the silence between breaths, the beauty of impermanence, the connection to nature’s subtle rhythms.
My haiku are fragments of a larger world, collected in stillness, like stars that only appear in moments of pause. Here, in the quiet of these words, I invite you to join me in seeing, reflecting, and honoring the beauty of the small moments.
