“Did you…?”
“No.”
“But you didn’t even…”
“Okay, yes.”
“…let me finish.”
“I know.”
in media res the dreamscape of our lives
– Shloka Shankar
Forbidden Fruit
I am his special girl. There is something different about his touch, his smile, the way he looks at me. I stay awake for a long while that night.
my eyelids
heavy upon me
his breath
That same sickly sweet smell; that fuzzy feeling in the head on waking up; that uneasy feeling in my body. Looking out of the window, I see the handkerchief hanging precariously. I grab the proof and run to mama. She doesn’t want to know.
pink moon
picking unripe fruits
the picket
picking unripe fruits
the picket
–Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy
to astound its host
the “new” e-coli’s look is unforgettable, they say
like bricks stacked one on top of another
we could have learned brick-making from the virus
or the virus could have learned its shape from our walls
a virus exposed to brick walls
shape-shifting to astound its host
then the kidneys fail, and the wall strengthens
those front guards
at recalcitrant disease
their sturdy hope
-Susan Diridoni
Voyage
We arrived just in time to see the lighthouse go up in flames. The wingless ravens laughed, and the crimson waves gave birth to a toaster that we couldn’t use.
homeless monkeys tipping the clown’s remains
– John McManus
departure
by the time you read this, I will have rolled off the cliff and into the sea.
when they speak of me, they will speak of a hill. they will speak of a river,
thick and slow with its own gravity. they will not understand why the
gentle, levelling slope was not enough. they won’t know that since the
day I was born, I’ve never been able to capture my own moon.
a knock at the door —
these old bones that just won’t
go
– Angie Werren
“On Separation from the World”
May 29th
a bird shat
on my window
a bird shat
on my window
demo-piece by the editor
…
Erasure from “Christian Retirement”, London 1870, unknown author
the other bunny
What is the other bunny? Well, a place, a “running” journal, for the “other kind of haibun”, the kind of haibun you normally won’t find in (regular) haiku/haibun journals. This journal/blog/site will be updated continuously i.e. submitted work will be published as they are accepted by the editor (Johannes S. H. Bjerg). …
What to send: fictional haibun, sci-fi haibun, free verse + haiku, collage poems + haiku, mash-up texts + haiku, experimental + haiku, tiny haibun (max. 25-30 word prose), haibunga (haibun incorporated into an image/photo/collage/painting), manipulated non-fiction + haiku, asemic writing pieces + haiku and whatever you can think of.
What not to send: traditional haibun, haibun than dwells on past memories (childhood, failed loves etc. (private hurt)), nature observations, long walks, lost loves, tanka prose, no tanka whatsoever … what you can find elsewhere ;-)
Formats etc.: send a max. of 3 works at a time and wait for acceptance/rejection before you send in new stuff. Send doc, docx, odt (any Libreoffice/Openoffice format), pdf, jpg – practically anything except “pages” files (Mac) to: j_bjerg(@)yahoo(dot)com with “submission” [your name] in the subject line i.e. (Submission John Doe) REMEMBER to quote your sources if you use other people’s materials. Even if they are dead and copyrights have expired.
