contemporary haiku since 1994
November 29, 2025 § Leave a comment
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sweaty from
sleeping I shudder
in the chicken yard
amassed in
the rolled chicken
wire dew
Black Friday
meal and oyster shell
for the hens
between bricks
the apple that dried
instead of swelling
November 28, 2025 § Leave a comment
feelers arise
from the dust packed
vacuum filter
November 27, 2025 § Leave a comment
it’s not
a cliche it’s
a trope
vivid patches
of blue above
the stirring trees
we’re thankful
for various
pieces
the geese from
where we used to live
have arrived
someone else’s
past comes back
to haunt me
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