haiku

September 25, 2024 § Leave a comment

hints of the old lines

under the new

yellow lines

haiku

September 25, 2024 § Leave a comment

you’re sure

it’s the same sun

at the end of the day

haiku

September 25, 2024 § Leave a comment

in every inch

of the sky

bright dawn clouds

haiku

September 25, 2024 § Leave a comment

the hen driven

from her dust bath

by the rain

haiku

September 25, 2024 § Leave a comment

the supermarket

at night

a new kind of human

Orrin PreJean

September 24, 2024 § Leave a comment

haiku

September 24, 2024 § Leave a comment

even if

you do it backwards

it comes to an end

haiku

September 24, 2024 § Leave a comment

in the margins

of our silence

a few flies

haiku

September 24, 2024 § Leave a comment

tomato seeds

blown by the fan

slide along the counter

haiku

September 24, 2024 § Leave a comment

another monkey

metaphor makes

you squirm

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