contemporary haiku since 1994
December 22, 2025 § Leave a comment
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at the last
minute
reindeer games
the blue lights
too advanced for
the other lights
my conversation
with you goes better
now you’re not here
you can’t have
my soul I gave it
to John Fahey
my amygdala
returns with
some blunt objects
back when
your only problem
was verbs
what we’ve cobbled
from our ruins
lets in the wind
the mist sits
like soft serve
on the green hills
December 21, 2025 § Leave a comment
wet under
the sheets
we negotiate
you see the fly
again and decide
he’s not so well
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