contemporary haiku since 1994
February 10, 2026 § Leave a comment
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the big white egg
keeps the carton
from closing
pacing the lobby
she talks to no one
about wi-fi
followed the vine
to the end
beetle
February 8, 2026 § Leave a comment
the breeze weaving
through the rain
too clean for this world
somehow teasing
your threadbare
T-shirt
mud tracked
from the grave
resists the broom
we lack
the equipment
to go deeper
they came
with the dawn
daffodil buds
February 7, 2026 § Leave a comment
after the funeral
just enough rain
to make a sound
let tbe grave dirt
cling to your pants
a bit longer
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