Your Better Angels, a haiku poem
Your Better Angels
A Haiku poem by Jenny Bienemann
Your better angels
want you to know they are there
watching over you
Every heart must learn
to fly and fall and not break
so they send you birds
Birds will…
"Fall"-ing in Love
"FALL"-ing in love.
If there is a secret to triumphing over the inevitable dispossessions of age and its trusty sidekick existential despair, it has to be falling in love. And the light of Autumn? The air? The sense of possibility…
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What Would We Find - Heading Slowly Towards the Beginning
10 years ago this past weekend, "Heading Slowly Towards the Beginning" came into the world.
Every project is a reflection of who you are at that moment. That record would not turn out like it is, if I tried to…
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Tristan's Way
Tristan’s Way
Jenny Bienemann
Tristan was a cat
born on a construction site
who just loved to work
Say you were crouched down
digging through the old junk drawer
he’d climb in to help
or doing laundry
he’d lie on…
Haiku Milieu: 5 years on
FIVE YEARS! September 10 marks five years of creating an image, and writing haiku. Everything else that Haiku Milieu has done or will do, grows from the simple decision to do a little something every day.
I remember why I…
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Haiku After Dark
On the Friday of Labor Day weekend, September 2022, 20 artists took the FitzGerald’s Sidebar stage by storm, bringing their new songs and spoken word pieces into the world, aided and abetted by an incredible band.
Originally intended as a…
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FRIDAY: Haiku After Dark
Next Friday, 9/2, 9 pm! The long-awaited Haiku After Dark concert at FitzGerald’s is almost here! We’d love it if you can join us.
Back in 2019, to celebrate the release of the first Haiku Milieu book, “Haiku Milieu, Photo…
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The Farmer's Market
We have wonderful friends who drop off their home-grown tomatoes at our house. WHAT SERVICE, right? We are BLESSED!
There is literally nothing more important to me in the summer than tomatoes. And peaches. And corn.
In addition to our…
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Good Company is Good
Robin and I were both home sick and working remotely this week.
Tristan, who usually presses his lanky frame against my husband’s leg all day while he works, had chosen instead to cast himself down upon the cool hardwood floor…
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