• 04 Jul 2015
    Skyward explosions
    boast our cultural prowess
    America, fuck yeah!
  • 04 Jul 2015
    Today there's sand in
    my proverbial undies,
    small discomforts wedged
  • 04 Jul 2015
    Archeology
    of past future and soul chase
    tomorrow waiting
  • 03 Jul 2015
    Breakfast is over
    Elizabeth sans pancakes
    Too sleepy, lil blob
  • 03 Jul 2015
    A heavy blanket
    stifles me in the summer
    heat, crushing dark weight
  • 03 Jul 2015
    cockcrow
    the stirring of leaves
    heralding a new day
  • 03 Jul 2015
    The Southern man look
    mid winter without the smile
    but good and happy
  • 02 Jul 2015
    Tachycardia
    It's supra ventricular
    More beats than Kanye
  • 02 Jul 2015
    overrun yard
    looking for lost coin
    among thorns
  • 02 Jul 2015
    Cut into the spurs
    in the neverending rows
    of lost horizon
  • 01 Jul 2015
    Microsoft Access
    How do I hate thee? Let me...
    Nope. Too many to count.
  • 01 Jul 2015
    The world continues
    with half year extra second
    and sun before moon
  • 30 Jun 2015
    i’m almost ready
    to talk about how to talk
    about these traumas.
  • 30 Jun 2015
    Poignant nectarine,
    you are poetry to my
    work-addled senses
  • 30 Jun 2015
    Discretion, at times
    Takes practice and discipline
    But pays dividends
  • 30 Jun 2015
    gurgles listing canoe
    listing canoe
    drinking up the lagoon
  • 30 Jun 2015
    Like spring on winter
    with spring in my soul and heart
    canes spring into spurs
  • 29 Jun 2015
    Transgender people
    Shamed for their identity
    Who is less human?
  • 29 Jun 2015
    unsold fish
    a mother’s reflection
    darkens the lagoon
  • 29 Jun 2015
    Old house strong wind road
    deliberating of strange
    work decision stray
  • 28 Jun 2015
    Imagine: mountain
    pine air, cool summer night, your
    warmth mingled with mine
  • 29 Jun 2015
    The teacher teaches
    what he really needs to learn;
    that's me and Daniel
  • 28 Jun 2015
    Laughs roll like thunder
    Deftly plucked from willing throats
    Hannibal Buress
  • 28 Jun 2015
    He is so confused
    that his confusion make him
    even more confused
  • 27 Jun 2015
    Time marches onward
    and though it cannot be stopped
    haiku slow the pace
  • 27 Jun 2015
    Enclosed in bubble
    wrap, I feel only the sharp
    pains that pop through it
  • 27 Jun 2015
    Chaised by animals
    of mind mother nature gave
    memories are there
  • 26 Jun 2015
    Eczema cricket
    desperately scrapes at the itch,
    friction snuffs out heat
  • 26 Jun 2015
    Discover the rocks
    the secret shine of hidden
    deferent clear depth
  • 25 Jun 2015
    Colonialist
    traffickers traced the world as
    blue notes trace my mind

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What is haikuary?

The term 'haikuary' is a blend of the words 'haiku' and 'diary'. Haiku is a short form of poetry, originating in Japan a few centuries ago.

Haiku normally contain 3 lines totalling 17 syllables, in the order of 5 / 7 / 5

Matsuo Basho, Japan's most famous writer of haiku, will illustrate the form:

Wrapping dumplings in
bamboo leaves, with one finger

she tidies her hair


A simple and beautiful glimpse into a flake of his life.

Here it is again, broken down:

Wrapp-ing dump-lings in (5 syllables)
bam-boo leaves, with one fin-ger
(7 syllables)
she tid-ies her hair
(5 syllables)

Why did I do it?

I was sitting with a friend in a Japanese restaurant in Auckland, New Zealand. Whilst waiting for our food I wrote a haiku on a paper placemat. It was something about noodles jumping into my belly and that we shall be good friends.

My friend suggested that this kind of simple poetry would benefit the children in her class and help them reflect on their day-to-day lives. I agreed and decided to create something online that would enable that, for everyone.

Taking time to reflect on the tiny and often forgotten moments in our daily lives can be cathartic and it's amazing what you can capture when limited to just 17 syllables; it focuses the mind.

But haikuary is not about Poking and 'I Like This!' so feel free to switch on 'private mode' (in your settings area) and keep your writings personal, or share them with the community and inspire others.

Why the invitations?

This was never going to be a giant project, and I wanted to ensure that the people creating their daily haiku were here for the right reason; to take time out, to reflect. I believe that word of mouth, friends inviting friends, tends to be the best way of achieving this.

It also makes it a little special.

And it's yours

Whilst this is a great place to write and centralise your haikuary from anywhere you have an internet connection, you should ideally download your writings as often as possible.

I will do my best to ensure your haikuary entries are safe, but we all know how technology can let us down. Personally, I download my haikuary at least once a week. Go to the menu inside your account (top right hand corner) and select Download as PDF - I have designed it to look like an old book.

Thanks for sharing

I hope you enjoy adding to your haikuary every day. If you think you know someone who may also enjoy taking a small amount of time every day to create their own, send them an invite (it's in the menu at the top right corner, when you're logged in)

If you have any suggestions as to how I could improve things, do get in touch.

in love,
Gavin Bloemen

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Contact

If you have any questions or suggestions, please email me,





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