contemporary haiku since 1994
February 24, 2024 § Leave a comment
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the purple hills
chickens peck at
rotten apples
February 23, 2024 § Leave a comment
February 23, 2024 § 2 Comments
we’re not
looking for snow
on the snow moon
dawn
the olives leap
from the refrigerator
full moon
it looks like a fog
but it’s a mist
orange chicken
she rushes to the goats
to lay an egg
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