contemporary haiku since 1994
September 28, 2026 § Leave a comment
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beetle
will ride
on the roof
some of
my pieces
I can’t get back
your blue
pens different
colors of blue
let me
write
dog
the river
sheds its mist
into the woods
September
came in other
disguises
September 27, 2026 § Leave a comment
full moon makes
our life
purple
things that flatten
move to
the center
the covered bridge
like a matchbox
beneath steep hills
above the tree line
making noise
amateur pilots
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