contemporary haiku since 1994
September 6, 2025 § Leave a comment
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in the dark
everything’s made of
the same substance
the sour smell
from all
the open cans
get ready
for the moon
before it sees you
tiny white flies
settled back on
the leaves like dust
September 4, 2025 § Leave a comment
you explained hydrolysis
the train is still
passing
swifts and
dragonflies nervous
about the bats
evening
unreal words
start hanging around
September 4, 2025 § 1 Comment
the flies
check in with you
at the door
we wait
in the warm blue haze
observation deck
the wood groans
in the heat
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