contemporary haiku since 1994
January 31, 2024 § Leave a comment
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machine silence
the closest stars
seem like planets
in the dark lobby
the rain blows
through the crooked door
he howls
for scraps the cat
with the ruined eye
a gray heat
sticks to
the top of the hill
January 29, 2024 § Leave a comment
from one neighborhood
to the next
burn piles
the food
we agreed upon
grows cold
we distract
ourselves
in separate rooms
the time of year
you only see the goats
in the dark
a crevice
in the table where
the whiskers wind up
January 27, 2024 § Leave a comment
the drippings
burn but soon
dissipate
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