butterflies whitely flit and flut a breeze through winking leaves the whisper of drifts a thistle seed wisp wisp
trip on a stone so down to earth
Diana Webb
tiny haibun
Confection
Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah
Clinics
He stares at me silently when I ask the question. Then I smile and say: “Yeah… well, it serves to clarify the situation, but for the rest it is useless…”
MRI scan
I call the doctor by name
for the first time
Andrea Cecon
Haibun #1
i tell her i had a dream about her – we were in a scottish hotel, on the run for some unknown crime. she says she wishes it was real.
on the window
with the ocean view
birdshit
Stephen Toft
(N.t.)
I don’t really remember the day, but suddenly there where two opinions about saving human lives …
shipwrecked
a seagull quarrels
with the silence
Eva Limbach
Jekyll or Hyde
. . . a quattuordecillion ultramarine buckminsterfullerene hemidemisemiquavering tintinnabulations . . .
overtime—
bubbling with surprise
test tube contents
.
[Translation: a quattuordecillion (a very large number) ultramarine buckminsterfullerene (blue geometric carbon, etc.) hemidemisemiquavering (sixty-fourth note) tintinnabulations . . . (ringing, tinkling)]
Anna Cates
Enough
the trouble with marbles is the rich kid doesn’t give them back when your kid brother chucks them over
three bags full
yuk, what do they
call this stuff
*
down stream the call of a bird maybe but stop at nothing while it’s still dark
grandma
you had to be
it
*
hard up against it with nowhere else to go, there’s just the crunch of gravel
they
wouldn’t
want
to be
built
walls would
if
they
could
speak
Samar Ghose
