My name is Stan Phillips, an 82 year old Londoner who was drawn to Ireland by late flowering love. I am an enthusiastic liver of life who is still trying to work out what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve been a businessman (failed) a fortune teller and writer of horoscopes. A counsellor and psychotherapist. As well as other things for which there is no space here.
I’ve published two books over the last ten years, and have spent the last 18 months writing three novels which I hope to release onto an unsuspecting world in 2021.
I love writing poetry, and haiku in particular. I am inspired to write by many things.
A random word, a cloud, a dream, a memory, an aroma floating on the breeze. So many things create haiku which for me are snapshots of my world expressed in 17 syllables (sometimes approximate) I rarely use images because Iike the words to create their own image.
Really enjoy the group, all the like minded nutters around the world who share my lonesome passion. Funny, wise, philosophical, and profound people I am privileged to share this space with.
I don’t have two favourite haiku. But these two reflect my thoughts.
As small waters are!
Lost in oceans, so our poems
Vanish in the stars.
The falling leaves of Autumn
Springs cherry blossom.