3 Tiny Haibun

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Slippage

, and it was very surreal, like a dream within a dream

how gently
rain falls

down

the edge
of reason

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Empty Pockets

I remember the first time my grandmother said she loved me. It was right before she asked if I could buy her some cat food.

wind-swept leaves
what’s gone
is gone

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Ordinary Illusions

before the crash, seconds really do become miles

past

present

future

it’s wherever you drop
the needle

 

Tiffany Diaz

3 Tiny Haibun

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