Ted MacConaghy
@tedmacc.bsky.social
Retired guy. Avid reader. Pro-democracy, anti-oligarch. Joy is resistance.
The Floating World - a book of days (Last)
Walking home through wet fields -
afternoon church bells
muffled by rain.
As the year ends,
old days thrown from high windows
float down like fresh snow.
#haiku #micropoetry
Walking home through wet fields -
afternoon church bells
muffled by rain.
As the year ends,
old days thrown from high windows
float down like fresh snow.
#haiku #micropoetry
December 8, 2025 at 6:32 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (Last)
Walking home through wet fields -
afternoon church bells
muffled by rain.
As the year ends,
old days thrown from high windows
float down like fresh snow.
#haiku #micropoetry
Walking home through wet fields -
afternoon church bells
muffled by rain.
As the year ends,
old days thrown from high windows
float down like fresh snow.
#haiku #micropoetry
December 4, 2025 at 6:17 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (31)
I sweep leaves
out of my chair -
another summer gone.
Good evening, Your Fullness -
Harvest Moon, Hunter’s Moon,
Moondance Moon;
the geese have been circling
and calling all night long.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
I sweep leaves
out of my chair -
another summer gone.
Good evening, Your Fullness -
Harvest Moon, Hunter’s Moon,
Moondance Moon;
the geese have been circling
and calling all night long.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
December 3, 2025 at 5:07 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (31)
I sweep leaves
out of my chair -
another summer gone.
Good evening, Your Fullness -
Harvest Moon, Hunter’s Moon,
Moondance Moon;
the geese have been circling
and calling all night long.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
I sweep leaves
out of my chair -
another summer gone.
Good evening, Your Fullness -
Harvest Moon, Hunter’s Moon,
Moondance Moon;
the geese have been circling
and calling all night long.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
The Floating World - a book of days (30)
As the Empire falls,
the same straw broom
waits by my doorstep.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
As the Empire falls,
the same straw broom
waits by my doorstep.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
December 2, 2025 at 6:04 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (30)
As the Empire falls,
the same straw broom
waits by my doorstep.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
As the Empire falls,
the same straw broom
waits by my doorstep.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
The Floating World - a book of days (29)
As the Empire falls
- an earthquake in the small hours,
but the moonless sky is full of stars.
- whispers in the next yard over
I can’t quite make out.
- a crow feather floats down -
no - ash from a fire.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
As the Empire falls
- an earthquake in the small hours,
but the moonless sky is full of stars.
- whispers in the next yard over
I can’t quite make out.
- a crow feather floats down -
no - ash from a fire.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
December 1, 2025 at 4:19 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (29)
As the Empire falls
- an earthquake in the small hours,
but the moonless sky is full of stars.
- whispers in the next yard over
I can’t quite make out.
- a crow feather floats down -
no - ash from a fire.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
As the Empire falls
- an earthquake in the small hours,
but the moonless sky is full of stars.
- whispers in the next yard over
I can’t quite make out.
- a crow feather floats down -
no - ash from a fire.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
The Floating World - a book of days (28)
As the Empire Falls -
the harvest rots in the fields;
where have the field hands gone?
- the maple tree leaves - they just
turned brown and died this year.
- a mad Mourning Dove chases
a nest-robbing Crow.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
As the Empire Falls -
the harvest rots in the fields;
where have the field hands gone?
- the maple tree leaves - they just
turned brown and died this year.
- a mad Mourning Dove chases
a nest-robbing Crow.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
November 30, 2025 at 5:50 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (28)
As the Empire Falls -
the harvest rots in the fields;
where have the field hands gone?
- the maple tree leaves - they just
turned brown and died this year.
- a mad Mourning Dove chases
a nest-robbing Crow.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
As the Empire Falls -
the harvest rots in the fields;
where have the field hands gone?
- the maple tree leaves - they just
turned brown and died this year.
- a mad Mourning Dove chases
a nest-robbing Crow.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
In the cold morning wind
on the other side of the mountain,
I think of old friends.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
on the other side of the mountain,
I think of old friends.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
November 26, 2025 at 6:33 PM
In the cold morning wind
on the other side of the mountain,
I think of old friends.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
on the other side of the mountain,
I think of old friends.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
The Floating World - a book of days (27)
Red-shouldered Blackbirds
whistle in the cattails -
the turtles doze on.
My tongue still can’t
believe that tooth’s not there
anymore.
2 a.m. weather report:
no rain yet,
but a skunk has been through here.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
Red-shouldered Blackbirds
whistle in the cattails -
the turtles doze on.
My tongue still can’t
believe that tooth’s not there
anymore.
2 a.m. weather report:
no rain yet,
but a skunk has been through here.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
November 26, 2025 at 4:09 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (27)
Red-shouldered Blackbirds
whistle in the cattails -
the turtles doze on.
My tongue still can’t
believe that tooth’s not there
anymore.
2 a.m. weather report:
no rain yet,
but a skunk has been through here.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
Red-shouldered Blackbirds
whistle in the cattails -
the turtles doze on.
My tongue still can’t
believe that tooth’s not there
anymore.
2 a.m. weather report:
no rain yet,
but a skunk has been through here.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
The Floating World - a book of days (26)
Full Red Moon - why so shy?
Come out from behind that tree
and have a drink with me.
I spoke to the spirit world
in dreams last night;
the Dead did not reproach me,
and I woke to the calls
of geese flying south.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
Full Red Moon - why so shy?
Come out from behind that tree
and have a drink with me.
I spoke to the spirit world
in dreams last night;
the Dead did not reproach me,
and I woke to the calls
of geese flying south.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
November 25, 2025 at 3:00 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (26)
Full Red Moon - why so shy?
Come out from behind that tree
and have a drink with me.
I spoke to the spirit world
in dreams last night;
the Dead did not reproach me,
and I woke to the calls
of geese flying south.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
Full Red Moon - why so shy?
Come out from behind that tree
and have a drink with me.
I spoke to the spirit world
in dreams last night;
the Dead did not reproach me,
and I woke to the calls
of geese flying south.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
The Floating World - a book of days (25)
Blue Jay - where’ve you been?
- buries his loot around a stump
and hops away.
Dog at a crosswalk
sits with his back to the cars,
trembling.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#floatingworld
Blue Jay - where’ve you been?
- buries his loot around a stump
and hops away.
Dog at a crosswalk
sits with his back to the cars,
trembling.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#floatingworld
November 24, 2025 at 4:13 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (25)
Blue Jay - where’ve you been?
- buries his loot around a stump
and hops away.
Dog at a crosswalk
sits with his back to the cars,
trembling.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#floatingworld
Blue Jay - where’ve you been?
- buries his loot around a stump
and hops away.
Dog at a crosswalk
sits with his back to the cars,
trembling.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#floatingworld
The Floating World - a book of days (24)
Fall Planting Prayer
To Great Grandfather
Mariano Galante
Candy stripe beets,
collard greens and amaranth,
carrots of all colors -
asleep under the straw,
because of you.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Fall Planting Prayer
To Great Grandfather
Mariano Galante
Candy stripe beets,
collard greens and amaranth,
carrots of all colors -
asleep under the straw,
because of you.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
November 23, 2025 at 3:55 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (24)
Fall Planting Prayer
To Great Grandfather
Mariano Galante
Candy stripe beets,
collard greens and amaranth,
carrots of all colors -
asleep under the straw,
because of you.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Fall Planting Prayer
To Great Grandfather
Mariano Galante
Candy stripe beets,
collard greens and amaranth,
carrots of all colors -
asleep under the straw,
because of you.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
The Floating World - a book of days (23)
Cul-de-sac cats
of the long August twilight
watch the sky
as the shooting stars
come down.
Homeless man fishes
for bottles in the trash -
once there was a river.
#haiku #senryu #tanka #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Cul-de-sac cats
of the long August twilight
watch the sky
as the shooting stars
come down.
Homeless man fishes
for bottles in the trash -
once there was a river.
#haiku #senryu #tanka #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
November 22, 2025 at 4:40 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (23)
Cul-de-sac cats
of the long August twilight
watch the sky
as the shooting stars
come down.
Homeless man fishes
for bottles in the trash -
once there was a river.
#haiku #senryu #tanka #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Cul-de-sac cats
of the long August twilight
watch the sky
as the shooting stars
come down.
Homeless man fishes
for bottles in the trash -
once there was a river.
#haiku #senryu #tanka #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
November 22, 2025 at 12:48 AM
The Floating World - a book of days (22)
August sleeplessness -
shooting stars and cherry pie
at 2 a.m.; the perfume
of tomato vines
just before dawn.
Empty old rucksack
hangs from a peg -
it’s full of poems.
#haiku #tanka #senryu #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
August sleeplessness -
shooting stars and cherry pie
at 2 a.m.; the perfume
of tomato vines
just before dawn.
Empty old rucksack
hangs from a peg -
it’s full of poems.
#haiku #tanka #senryu #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
November 21, 2025 at 3:39 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (22)
August sleeplessness -
shooting stars and cherry pie
at 2 a.m.; the perfume
of tomato vines
just before dawn.
Empty old rucksack
hangs from a peg -
it’s full of poems.
#haiku #tanka #senryu #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
August sleeplessness -
shooting stars and cherry pie
at 2 a.m.; the perfume
of tomato vines
just before dawn.
Empty old rucksack
hangs from a peg -
it’s full of poems.
#haiku #tanka #senryu #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
The Floating World - a book of days (21)
(Vow)
That New Moon night
we stood on a hill
overlooking
a river of stars
and a starlit river,
holding hands.
Down on stiff knees
to pull stubborn weeds -
dirt between my fingers
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
(Vow)
That New Moon night
we stood on a hill
overlooking
a river of stars
and a starlit river,
holding hands.
Down on stiff knees
to pull stubborn weeds -
dirt between my fingers
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
November 20, 2025 at 5:08 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (21)
(Vow)
That New Moon night
we stood on a hill
overlooking
a river of stars
and a starlit river,
holding hands.
Down on stiff knees
to pull stubborn weeds -
dirt between my fingers
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
(Vow)
That New Moon night
we stood on a hill
overlooking
a river of stars
and a starlit river,
holding hands.
Down on stiff knees
to pull stubborn weeds -
dirt between my fingers
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
The Floating World - a book of days (20)
After the harvest -
empty beds
under the stars.
Two boys on a park bench,
two old men in front of a fireplace -
your arm around my shoulders.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
After the harvest -
empty beds
under the stars.
Two boys on a park bench,
two old men in front of a fireplace -
your arm around my shoulders.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
November 19, 2025 at 6:17 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (20)
After the harvest -
empty beds
under the stars.
Two boys on a park bench,
two old men in front of a fireplace -
your arm around my shoulders.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
After the harvest -
empty beds
under the stars.
Two boys on a park bench,
two old men in front of a fireplace -
your arm around my shoulders.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
The Floating World - a book of days (19)
Singers at midnight:
a three-part harmony
under the trees and streetlights;
the scent of snuffed-out candles
lingers in the shadows.
Those seeds we meant to send you - they’re all grown and gone now.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
Singers at midnight:
a three-part harmony
under the trees and streetlights;
the scent of snuffed-out candles
lingers in the shadows.
Those seeds we meant to send you - they’re all grown and gone now.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
November 18, 2025 at 4:31 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (19)
Singers at midnight:
a three-part harmony
under the trees and streetlights;
the scent of snuffed-out candles
lingers in the shadows.
Those seeds we meant to send you - they’re all grown and gone now.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
Singers at midnight:
a three-part harmony
under the trees and streetlights;
the scent of snuffed-out candles
lingers in the shadows.
Those seeds we meant to send you - they’re all grown and gone now.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
November 17, 2025 at 6:03 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (18)
Startled in the night
by the sound of plums falling -
sixty year ago.
I follow your shade
through a hole in the fence
to the tumble-down hill
and the kite-blue sky.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Startled in the night
by the sound of plums falling -
sixty year ago.
I follow your shade
through a hole in the fence
to the tumble-down hill
and the kite-blue sky.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
November 16, 2025 at 5:58 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (18)
Startled in the night
by the sound of plums falling -
sixty year ago.
I follow your shade
through a hole in the fence
to the tumble-down hill
and the kite-blue sky.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Startled in the night
by the sound of plums falling -
sixty year ago.
I follow your shade
through a hole in the fence
to the tumble-down hill
and the kite-blue sky.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
The Floating World - a book of days (17)
Haiku/Ghazal/Whatever To A
Crescent Moon (2/2)
Watering tomatoes
by the setting Crecent Moon -
I’m sorry I hurt you.
Birds sing at sunrise
to the waning Crescent Moon -
an off-key Crow joins in.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Haiku/Ghazal/Whatever To A
Crescent Moon (2/2)
Watering tomatoes
by the setting Crecent Moon -
I’m sorry I hurt you.
Birds sing at sunrise
to the waning Crescent Moon -
an off-key Crow joins in.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
November 15, 2025 at 2:41 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (17)
Haiku/Ghazal/Whatever To A
Crescent Moon (2/2)
Watering tomatoes
by the setting Crecent Moon -
I’m sorry I hurt you.
Birds sing at sunrise
to the waning Crescent Moon -
an off-key Crow joins in.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Haiku/Ghazal/Whatever To A
Crescent Moon (2/2)
Watering tomatoes
by the setting Crecent Moon -
I’m sorry I hurt you.
Birds sing at sunrise
to the waning Crescent Moon -
an off-key Crow joins in.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
The Floating World - a book of days (16)
Haiku/Ghazal/Whatever To A
Crescent Moon (1/2)
The Crescent Moon shines
through the early morning fog -
now it’s gone again.
She stands outside under
the Crescent Moon, waiting for
hot flashes to pass.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Haiku/Ghazal/Whatever To A
Crescent Moon (1/2)
The Crescent Moon shines
through the early morning fog -
now it’s gone again.
She stands outside under
the Crescent Moon, waiting for
hot flashes to pass.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
November 14, 2025 at 6:02 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (16)
Haiku/Ghazal/Whatever To A
Crescent Moon (1/2)
The Crescent Moon shines
through the early morning fog -
now it’s gone again.
She stands outside under
the Crescent Moon, waiting for
hot flashes to pass.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
Haiku/Ghazal/Whatever To A
Crescent Moon (1/2)
The Crescent Moon shines
through the early morning fog -
now it’s gone again.
She stands outside under
the Crescent Moon, waiting for
hot flashes to pass.
#haiku #micropoetry #FloatingWorld
The Floating World - a book of days (15)
Turn off the news -
it’s too early for this
Caligula shit.
June roses gone blowsy
shiver with delight
in the afternoon breeze.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
Turn off the news -
it’s too early for this
Caligula shit.
June roses gone blowsy
shiver with delight
in the afternoon breeze.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
November 12, 2025 at 5:25 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (15)
Turn off the news -
it’s too early for this
Caligula shit.
June roses gone blowsy
shiver with delight
in the afternoon breeze.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
Turn off the news -
it’s too early for this
Caligula shit.
June roses gone blowsy
shiver with delight
in the afternoon breeze.
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry
#FloatingWorld
The Floating World - a book of days (14)
They’re called Forget-Me-Nots,
but I always do until
the small, sky-blue flowers
return again among
the green spring weeds.
Outside in the dark
trying to recall a poem -
two owls giving hints.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
#FloatimgWorld
They’re called Forget-Me-Nots,
but I always do until
the small, sky-blue flowers
return again among
the green spring weeds.
Outside in the dark
trying to recall a poem -
two owls giving hints.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
#FloatimgWorld
November 11, 2025 at 8:59 PM
The Floating World - a book of days (14)
They’re called Forget-Me-Nots,
but I always do until
the small, sky-blue flowers
return again among
the green spring weeds.
Outside in the dark
trying to recall a poem -
two owls giving hints.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
#FloatimgWorld
They’re called Forget-Me-Nots,
but I always do until
the small, sky-blue flowers
return again among
the green spring weeds.
Outside in the dark
trying to recall a poem -
two owls giving hints.
#haiku #tanka #micropoetry
#FloatimgWorld