Raffael de Gruttola is past President and Treasurer of the Haiku Society of America and one of the founding members of the Boston Haiku Society which is one of the oldest groups in the USA and Internationally. He has published …
Sometimes I wonder, no, always I do, each time I see that face / Nondescript and plain, but we know her by name, staring at the corner. / She, who carried the world's greatest prize, praised for her fragile state. /
I saw him there / Bare toes curled into black earth / Hunching over the infected gutter /
Carrying a ch'in cased in green silk, a monk / descended from Eyebrow Mountain in the west. /
These are the letters I leave behind me, / dull lines written for the censor's eye. / There are no stories here, only headlines, / statements of fact, shielding the truth. /
A torrent of white / noise affiliates, /
The years fall from you all at once / I know that now. we spent a season / watching the cat shed, after all / and she licks her paws the way I wish / ...
Go to sleep, my little tabby cat / I love to watch you on my kitchen mat / Sleep, your head between your outstretched paws / Dreaming of those mice / ...
Go to sleep, my little tabby cat / I love to watch you on my kitchen mat / Sleep, your head between your outstretched paws /
Little rule of / Thumb / Flailing and failing / Magnetic Depolarization /