contemporary haiku since 1994
October 19, 2025 § Leave a comment
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the thin metal
squeak of the base of
the jar cracking
October 18, 2025 § Leave a comment
the time of
night the flies
start walking
the mist warms
and clings to
the trees
misuse of
a birdhouse
they said
discretionary moon
its edge tinted
blue
October 17, 2025 § Leave a comment
hop on the cloud
it won’t stop
again
October 17, 2025 § 1 Comment
I think
I brought
the gnat from home
you leave your
thoughts among
the salt grains
the chicken tumbling
on the highway is
a Coke box
in the last
fold of the flag
beetles
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