Conciliatory Arbitration is an anthology of sorts. It can be argued that an anthology is not an ascertained fact. The writer examines the cause of the natural occurrence and decides which was embedded and that which touches the edge in awkward places. I suppose I viewed this force as an accident while another might conclude that it was nature’s will. Either way the anthology is preserved by nothing less than vision and how it subdues.
Haiku: it consists of only a certain number of lines and syllables; brush strokes one supposes; but in each word or stroke there is a yet to be discovered revelation that bears witness to the illuminating moment along its entire length. It is not surprising that what attracts me to the haiku is its personality, and the supreme pleasure of being impressed by its simplicity without provocation.