contemporary haiku since 1994
September 29, 2025 § Leave a comment
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rains all day
you never see
it happen
September 28, 2025 § Leave a comment
September 28, 2025 § 1 Comment
last day of summer
in the shower
beetle
our toes
still touch
now and then
sliver of
terracotta in
the wood shavings
I blow cat hair
from your face
it gets in my eye
a little
juice for
the deluge
September 27, 2025 § Leave a comment
the hen
jumps up for
the tip of the grain
your pillows
creatures in the bed
that can’t be woken
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