contemporary haiku since 1994
April 26, 2025 § Leave a comment
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but when
you’re a cloud
you won’t know
a drawer
you keep your
strange things in
a whole life
in fragments with
price tags
April 25, 2025 § Leave a comment
no just
catkins
now
April 24, 2025 § Leave a comment
he pretends
his fire is
under control
they sneak in
a few minutes
that don’t exist
morning shadows
their clear
lines
in the other room
the basics of
non-verbal communication
the tip of
the nearest hill
green from rain
April 23, 2025 § Leave a comment
they changed
the color the pill
doesn’t feel right
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