contemporary haiku since 1994
August 25, 2026 § Leave a comment
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the wasps didn’t
need the outside
of the mouse
you can’t stop
Skrillex or
the Italian Baroque
the moon runs
her fingers through
the willow’s hair
the breeze rocks
the peaches from
their tree
it takes
all morning
to peel the egg
just in case
you straighten
the crows out
August 23, 2026 § Leave a comment
you add
a little more of
your lower lip
the mouse
looks small
covered in wasps
flecks of
the bronze grasses
sharp in your silk
all that’s left of it
on the front hood
an amber circle
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