contemporary haiku since 1994
September 30, 2025 § Leave a comment
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that’s what
you get for
picking up the lens
staring at the dark
the dog keeps
two feet in the house
smeared and
smudged by clouds
low crescent moon
the hen stretches
her wing until
it fans
at least
it’s a different
cheese
tiny pearls
of dew in
the clover crevices
September 29, 2025 § Leave a comment
forgotten relics
show up in
the number eight
the succulent leaf
on the table
sprouts thin roots
now only
four things
you can talk about
in the garage
inexplicable
green grass grows
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