Michael Muller (he/him)
@michaelmuller.bsky.social
These days I read & write haiku with the amazing BlueSky community. I also do research at the hybrid intersection of HCI, AI, critical computing, and social justice. Co-chair of ACM SIGCHI CARES. Member of Fempower.tech, AccessSIGCHI.
a flurry of birds rises from the ground leaving us behind #haiku #dailyhaikuprompt
Delighted to have this haiku in the latest issue of @prunejuicejournal.bsky.social Thank you to editors, Orrin Préjean and @pippaesque.bsky.social #haiku #senryu
she carries poems in her purse the way some people carry chapstick a little something soothing for when life begins to chafe #poetry
insight from struck bell; what if there's no bell? what if what is struck is me? #SenryuSunday
"My mind is a distant drifting cloud— I know it won’t return. It lives with clouds in the space between existing and the Void. Why do gusting winds scatter it about, blowing back and forth from the southern to the northern mountains?" --Li Ye, trans. Peter Levitt andRebecca Nie
Songbird 1 She spills her song, and all my senses lean; Temptation stirs to gather her within, To make my ribs the cage she sings between, And feel her wing beat trembling through my skin. But love must leave untouched what makes it fly: She sings and every note becomes a smile. #vss365
"Memory is not in us; it is we who move in a Being-memory, a world-memory.” ~ Gilles Deleuze
Look here, in the grass a thousand small And trembling globes hang, balanced, but unbound, No bigger than a tear, and yet they call The entire heaven, upon the ground. #vss365
Letter Shuji Terayama On the moonlit sea I set one letter adrift Bathed in the light of the moon the letter will turn blue What people call fish are all someone's letters てがみ 寺山修司 つきよのうみに いちまいの てがみをながして やりました つきのひかりに てらされて てがみはあおく なるでしょう ひとがさかなと よぶものは みんなだれかの てがみです #poem #translation
new coolness — a grasshopper gets lost into my bedroom #DailyHaikuPrompt #grasshopper #Haiku #HaikuSaturday #micropoetry #micropoem
#Haiku #Painting #Mefitation "A world of dew, and within every dewdrop a world of struggle." — Kobayashi Issa 🎨 Je Shen
blueberry pie on the porch in Grandma's memory #VersionsHaikuSaturday #HaikuSaturday
extremely grateful to the wonderful editors of Wales Haiku Journal— Joe Woodhouse and C.X. Turner (Luci), for including my poem in the summer issue #haiku #WalesHaikuJournal
buck moon crickets start their chorus of summer's wane #HaikuSaturday #Haiku #amwriting
birch forest a constellation of trunks wraps me in
basket holds our needs: plums, cherries, pears, desires, dreams - I hold what I can. #HaikuSaturday
high summer the stream's voice fills the woods to overflowing #haiku
#Haiku #Woodblock #Evening The cricket cried, then stopped to rest The waning light goes out, now it’s clear. Outside my window, the night rain lets me know - Bai Juyi 🎨 Kawase Hasui
The moon lies broken in the mountain well, Yet every shard contains her whole desire. So distance that should make our spirits dwell Apart, instead creates invisible fire. Mem’ry arrives like rain on moss-lined stone, And makes the harshest distance feel like home. #vss365
