Category Archives: Arizona
Slow Death
Old mowing machine, Clifton, Arizona
slow death by rusting
neglected mowing machine
after the harvest
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Hanged
Sunrise on a playground, Southern Arizona
north, south, east, west
neck encompassed by a noose
the hanged man twirls
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Carpe Diem: “The Hanged Man”
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
Neglected
Clifton, Arizona
Neglected garden—
peering through the sagging gate
an old woman weeps.
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Leaking
Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
spring morning
bullet-riddled tin
leaking sky
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Carpe Diem: “Takahama Special”
Justice
Sheep skull, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
in a sun-seared land
eye for eye and tooth for tooth
primitive justice
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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More Carpe Diem: “Justice”
On a Roll
Hubbell Trading Post, Ganado, Arizona
undulating miles
prairie schooners on a roll
to a better land
More Straight Out of the Camera Sunday
More Carpe Diem: “The Wheel of Fortune”
Prayers
Clifton, Arizona
in the hermit’s cave
fragrant sandalwood incense
smoldering prayers
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
More Carpe Diem: “Hermit”
Strength
Our Lady of Guadalupe Mission, Yuma, Arizona
a child’s strength
tests a mother’s love
and mercy
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Standing Firm
Ironwood (Olneya tesota) in bloom, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
standing firm
amid the shadows
frail blossoms
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More Carpe Diem: “Special by Kyoshi Takahama: ‘Spring Breeze’”
Wilderness Now
“It is hard to say good-bye to beloved flesh,” Madeleine L’Engle writes in Two-Part-Invention. It is also hard to say good-bye to beloved places, but the Sonoran Desert and I will soon part company. The tiny public school, where I have taught since last August, is no longer able to retain all the teachers currently on staff. Because I was one of the last to be hired, I am among the first to be let go. There will be no last-minute reprieve. As I prepare to leave this seared and desolate land I have come to love, I find myself humming a plaintive tune, first sung many thousands of years ago by a disconsolate group of displaced persons: “How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?” (Psalm 137:4).
suddenly a stream
refreshing weary pilgrims
in the wilderness
The future is uncertain. The wilderness is now.
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