contemporary haiku since 1994
February 24, 2025 § Leave a comment
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before you
can finish
frogs
the rain
warms up
blows hard
February 23, 2025 § 1 Comment
still wrapped
and translucent
the first daffodil
February 23, 2025 § Leave a comment
on the table
the big yellow book
no one’s reading
even though
it’s latched the door
shudders in the wind
moss fills
the crevice and
sinks
she feeds
the cats you hear
a dream
from my childhood’s
come back
February 22, 2025 § Leave a comment
something flies
back into the dark
from the lamp
warm wind
follows the rain
frog gives himself away
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