contemporary haiku since 1994
May 12, 2026 § Leave a comment
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a flurry of
grass seeds stick
to your wet cuffs
May 11, 2026 § 1 Comment
what did that frog
do with the other
frogs
May 11, 2026 § Leave a comment
the bumblebee
stays on
the pizza
crane fly
you don’t want
my water
churned up
for the heat
silver clouds
flies into the corner
over and over
May 10, 2026 § Leave a comment
slow yellow
lilies after
all
they can count
real high but they
don’t know what it means
birds that have
cities believe they
will prevail
shriveled up
irises are making
no fruit
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