3 tiny haibun

through the silence clicks from the central heating ticks from the clock

black against black
in the car park a crow
pecks at the frost

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strings and a bow that’s all it takes though maybe a hand would help and a shoulder to cry on

snowman plays Bach
a scarecrow Vivaldi
who cares

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all my best work thrown out with the rubbish this sea of troubles

corrugated iron
a crow silhouetted
perched on a wave

 

Diana Webb

3 tiny haibun

3 miniatures

miniatures: 6

a flush in the hand you are holding still enough to compensate for the death that waits due north of this death

your pulse
syncopates—
scag clouds

miniatures: 16

taking the chance the thrill the not knowing the him the her the me or any of this dank matter held together by the weak forces that will inevitably cause our decay

twilight—
waiting to be picked up
by the blockchain

miniatures: 30

anyway take my trade tiny cop imposter and mute the bond yet smelted warm to the slob touch of a grasshopper

midnight sun—
grooming the coats
of roadkill

 

Brendan Slater

3 miniatures