Blog Archives

Who Do You Think You Are: A Haibun

If you were to ask me, “Who do you think you are?” this is what I’d say: I started dancing when God said, “Turn on the lights!” I made music when the first corn grew in dusty places, and the weight of a single kernel was heavier than all of Moctezuma’s gold. I attended the wedding at Cana of Galilee where Jesus said, “Forget the cash bar. I’m turning this water into wine, and it’s free for everyone. Come and get it!” I fiddled all night for the guests as they drank wine, rolled joints, and danced. And in the early hours of the morning I saw how Jesus took that poor, bruised woman with the split lip, laid his hands on her head, and said, “Daughter, be healed.” And she was! So who do I think I am? Why do you even ask? I think you know.

I can’t remember
the last time I quenched my thirst
from a mountain stream.


Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #271
More Writers’ Pantry #25 at Poets and Storytellers United


Macro Monday 2: Corn

Corn keeps growing even in December at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona.

Happy 2019, everyone!

Photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
To share your macro shot, click on the Mister Linky icon below:


 photo IMG_2356_zpsasjq5rje.jpg
Corn husk Madonna and Child in a Yuma County, Arizona church

in the season’s rush
taking time to contemplate
how a mother loves

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Blue Monday
More Our World Tuesday
More Haiku Horizons: “Rush”
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon

A Poet Is Born

 photo 20d39e18-c21d-4a4b-90f3-5a397535385d_zpsmlvlexer.jpg
The first line of each breath-of-a-poem is taken from The Poet Slave of Cuba: A Biography of Juan Francisco Manzano by Margarita Engle.

~~ 1 ~~
In some hut of mud
with a floor of dry, tamped dung,
a poet is born.
~~ 2 ~~
inventing verses
that rise and fall with seasons—
the farming poet
~~ 3 ~~
on flimsy paper
writing words that reach thousands
with pathos and light
~~ 4 ~~
A fragrance of words
flows from the child poet’s mouth—
honey on his tongue.
~~ 5 ~~
the whispered daydreams
of corn pushing toward the sun
during tassel time
~~ 6 ~~
a woman running
from the seed about to split
into lightning songs
~~ 7 ~~
The fragrant garden—
she comes each day at twilight
to sip with the bees.
~~ 8 ~~
No one is looking
as she enters the courtyard
to steal a mango.
~~ 9 ~~
after the harvest
every vine stripped of its fruit—
season of waiting
~~ 10 ~~
Count the songs growing
in the tunnel of the mole—
ten thousand or more.
~~ 11 ~~
Even a free bird
cannot sprout another wing
when one is broken.

Poems © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #266
More Sunday’s Whirligig #21


 photo Yumamural_zps3fc6b73d.jpg
Photo mural, Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona

for the hungering
a heavenly fruitfulness
windfall of ripe corn

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More SkyWatch Friday
More Carpe Diem: “Corn”


 photo Sedonahens_zps779aa82b.jpg
Whimsical painting of hens on a building in Sedona, Arizona

While two hens argue
over which should get more corn,
mice cop some kernels.

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Ruby Tuesday Too
More Carpe Diem: “Haiku and Humor”


 photo Yumamural_zps3fc6b73d.jpg
Photo mural, Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona

healing journey
through lands of corn and sun
blackbird singing

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Carpe Diem #410
Shadow Shot Sunday 2

Three Prayers


God of the kitchen,
may nothing dreadful emerge
from my pots and pans.
~~ ~~ ~~
God of corn and wheat,
may harvests not be hasty
on my little farm.
~~ ~~ ~~
God of stone and star,
how can I ignore the ways
that you sustain me?

© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Three Word Wednesday: “Dreadful, Hasty, Sustain”


 photo RuinsRiver7Mo13286a_zps90dc1e72.jpg
Aztec Ruins, Aztec, New Mexico

among the ruins
a voice of wisdom calling—
the green corn ripens

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Shadow Shot Sunday 2
More Carpe Diem: “Calling Wisdom”