contemporary haiku since 1994
March 7, 2024 § Leave a comment
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tips of the pine
ridge line
under fog
March 6, 2024 § Leave a comment
the yellow napkin
you smashed the ants with
smells like smashed ants
at the back
of the book
his poems of illness
I find
it’s dark in this
part of the house too
blurry fish tank
the snails have yet
to get to work
I put my key
in the wrong car
and it’s stuck
no apparent reason
for the five things
left in the sink
in stark light
she squints while
bouncing her knee
March 5, 2024 § Leave a comment
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