contemporary haiku since 1994
July 16, 2026 § Leave a comment
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ladybug
waits under
a pine seed
the shadow of
the rolling ball snags
on pine seeds
you’re on stage
again without
your lines
July 15, 2026 § Leave a comment
dawn
something rustles
in the dry grasses
in your sleep you
say something with
someone else’s voice
on the edge
the ant
disappears
predators
no eggs from
the hens again
July 13, 2026 § Leave a comment
three days
since the fox
was mentioned
burn pile
used to be
a fence
you read Bradbury
to the kid
who doesn’t talk
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