Haiku
mother in a mood again feathers fall
Progress
My appreciation to guest editor Allyson Whipple for curating the fantastic issue 97 and including my haibun, “Progress.” The cat chatters in the window, and I read while crows destroy the front lawn. They start in a corner and dig like clam hunters. Carefully. Quietly. Not a single caw between them. The next day, more …
Haiku
edge of seventeen a mindful traveler leaves a cairn
Tiny Wren
This morning when the mist disappeared I heard wrestling in the litter under the hedge of dormant rhododendrons, and I thought spring is here. Hear the busy, tiny birds. And I thought of you without the cover of a grey sky. How you will find a shadow to slip inside until your dark period is …
First Date
not every encounter will be the one but the one will come from some chance meeting so you show up more aware of yourself than the night before give soothing strokes to your goosebump skin the air stuffy inside with the promise of hope knowing if the one appears you will charm the rain …