Day of the Dead in Photos

all Hallow's Eve, said Princess Haiku and ghosts float under the moon

Help name Princess Haiku's ghost whippet

Princess Haiku has decided that a ghost whippet would make a perfect animal companion. If you look over the edge of a crescent moon, you will see whippet and I flashing by stars. Please help name the ghost whippet. If your suggestion gets chosen you win a link of the hour.


If you would like to adopt a real life whippet this link is for a whippet rescue in the US.

Fog Horns for a Haunted Princess

Who turns on the fog horns in the San Francisco Bay, asked Princess Haiku; it certainly isn't me. Some dearly departed friends of mine suggest that they do, although I doubt this after watching a cbs5.com newscast in which key words such as fog density and computers were mentioned.

Ron Guidi: Awakening the Ghost of Oakland Ballet

When the Oakland Ballet closed its doors last year, 70 year old founder and former director Ron Guidi, bought the Ballet's abandoned sets and costumes. Hopefully, Guidi will work his magic and find a way to return a community ballet company to Oakland. For years the Oakland Ballet flourished under his direction with presentations of Les Noces, Le Train Bleue, Le Spectre de la Rose and Scheherazde. Like many people I wasn't paying attention when the Company began to falter. Now there are only ghosts left of years of fine performances.

The Dark Night of the Flute

In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, (1936)


I woke up at three o'clock yesterday morning and that isn't meant as poetic commentary. It's the truth, for insomnia follows me at times as relentlessly as dawn follows night. Aurore goddess of the Dawn, approaches me after a sleepless night like a solar flare streaking through the window and straight into the cornea of blue eyes.

Princess Haiku, you inquire, how can a ghost possibly be an insomniac? I reply, who ever said that ghosts don't sleep? People have certain assumptions about shades and spectral beings that are unrealistic. Ask me and I will tell you that at times, it as difficult for a ghost to follow the great Z as anyone else.

So, back to my story. I woke up on the night of the dead moon at three o'clock wanting to play my flute. However, as an urban flute player I know that is a potentially life threatening desire.

Flute playing was once a tranquil sea for my spirit and has now become a haunted, turbulent seascape. I almost want to escape its inexorable demands. A Princess Haiku with no flute? Impossible. A flute playing insomniac ghost with a case of melodic ambivalence? "This experience money just can't buy!"

Do you think this is about deviantArt? It just might be.