contemporary haiku since 1994
February 15, 2026 § Leave a comment
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under the mist
trees on the hill
glow green
February 14, 2026 § Leave a comment
Pacific Garbage Patch
gurgles in
my drain
daffodils erupt
an ant
on the stove
jay’s on the patio
demanding
cat food
Valentine’s Day
they had to remove
most of the nerves
he takes
a bite then
checks for predators
a large vase
each rose
facing away
the owl shaker
with neither salt
or pepper
February 13, 2026 § Leave a comment
she says I don’t
want sixty nine
I want seventy
you lean back
to see something blue
and fall over
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