contemporary haiku since 1994
August 25, 2025 § Leave a comment
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behind me in line
a woman murmurs
into her phone
the clouds open
we make
light toast
August 24, 2025 § Leave a comment
a kind of sand
left in the bottom
of the water bowl
around the shade tree
goats stacked up
on each other
heat wave
ghost towns
in its wake
distorted
through the soap bottlle
the spider’s still big
3am
cricket
inside
August 23, 2025 § Leave a comment
we see the brass
screws we knocked
over in the dark
it’s either
going to be
dust or clouds
the squirrel
one step ahead
of us all
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