contemporary haiku since 1994
August 3, 2024 § Leave a comment
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when I wake up
she’s already
sweating
they resist
the broom
onion skins
to talk to you
she turns her head
but not her body
orange dawn light
the squeaking hinge
rouses the chickens
August 2, 2024 § Leave a comment
they say
worms will
come to the pond
where the onions
have split
tiny flies
fire season
we remove
our trees
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