David Kelly
eating a tree the Buddha grows to death
snowgrazing milk for two
petro c. k.
Colleen M. Farrelly
crowded with green shifting this flesh to make room
to a small white bowl adding another dead bee
worrying flower i sever my head
Lisa Espenmiller
Huff and puff and I’ll blow
She collects the overspill straw from attempts at a crib
Huff and puff and I’ll blow
She collects all the sticks from the stick men game they got tired of playing
Huff and puff and I’ll blow
She sees it up there over chimney of brick
back hole
insert the moon
here
coral pink
the penny drops
no light
How weird was that a howl in the dark
Diana Webb
Diana Webb
pszren
John Papas
The Other Bunny will pick up again, shake its sleepy feathers and is again inviting you to send your kind of poetry:
The Other Bunny is no longer a haibun journal!
prose poems
lyrical prose
fragments of sentences
pointless prose
pointless poems
useless poems
very short poems (just poems, not especially “haiku”; haikai is a bit tedious, right?)
Again: write your own stuff and do not send any crying/private-hurt-stuff. But keep it short.
Send a maximum 5 poems or 3 prose poems at a time and no simultaneous submissions. to: tob@megaga.dk
He practices techniques to ignore, explain, reconcile his daily affronts, fact that whole life is founded atop the graves, upon the backs of others, he was baptized in sweat and blood squeezed from countless invisible turnips, a rainbow of tones, oceans away. Likes to call it affirmations, being grateful, employing positive thinking…
tank on low
the bird pauses, gorges itself
to get back aloft
Jerome Berglund
the other bunny 