contemporary haiku since 1994
June 3, 2024 § Leave a comment
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evening
the pillow still
impressed by your head
June 2, 2024 § 1 Comment
June 2, 2024 § Leave a comment
scent of warm rain
on a day you don’t
see anyone
tucked in corners
whispers and
receipts
my old cat
chooses Buson
for a pillow
the dead bird
gets the double bag
that cost the same as one
becoming an island
for flies I miss
the winter fly
June 1, 2024 § Leave a comment
you slip through
a fold in
the miasma of town
inches of
the green river take
some of them away
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