contemporary haiku since 1994
September 6, 2025 § Leave a comment
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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
those aren’t
black pens that’s
a purple pen
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