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Woolly worm wives’ tales inch across the highway and dissolve into the mare’s tail sunset.

You’re not sure you can survive another winter.

sky-wide lightning
empty side
of the bed



It smells like Chinese food in the changing room. There’s the radio, but you’re humming “Mirage Year.”

Wrapped in curtains, your usual size’s too big. 9 more words


ਹਰ ਸਹਰ, ਇੱਕ ਨਵਾਂ ਸਫ਼ਰ - ਘਰ ਏਹਾ

ਬਾਸ਼ੋ ਦਾ ਹਾਇਬੁਨ (ਇੱਕ )

( ਡਾਨਲਡ ਕੀਨ ਦੇ ਜਾਪਾਨੀ ਤੋਂ ਅੰਗ੍ਰੇਜ਼ੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਕੀਤੇ ਅਨੁਵਾਦ ‘ਤੇ ਆਧਾਰਿਤ )
( ਅਨੁ. ਦਲਵੀਰ ਗਿੱਲ )


last blossoms (haibun)

Now that I no longer have a car, I have to walk to work from the subway. It is a 15 minute walk but with my slower leg and cane lately, it hurts less if I walk slower. 269 more words


Bird Song Flute ~ #007 August 2014 - Haiga and Haibun; Plus an Introduction to 30 Days of Haiga 2014

Sounding Window

wind music. breath music. the sound of a light breeze. each breath. among leaves.

birds. each morning. the notes of a flute. soft. soothing. 677 more words

Rick Daddario

Time's Branches (Haibun)

I love the smell and feel of bark.  I love the tapestry of woven limbs and of leaves in all colors and sizes and states of “bugginess”.  233 more words

Dear Emma (Kyoka)

A funny thing happened to me on my way to work yesterday.  I was driving along the Jacques Cartier Bridge just minding my business, following traffic…it was a good day. 724 more words