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tiny haibun

what if

June 22, 2020 jshb32gembun, tiny haibun3 Comments

I would wake up inside a peony small like an elf and it’s sunday

two pinkish mice
track for mask parcels
summer wind

Isabella Kramer

what if

ALICE IN CORONALALALAND 2: THE THREE A’S 

June 15, 2020 jshb32haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

Asleep all day.
Awake all night.
Alive. (In spite of a certain FaceTime tea party.)

out of the frying pan–
no one to bellyache

Helen Buckingham

ALICE IN CORONALALALAND 2: THE THREE A’S 

1984

June 8, 2020 jshb32haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

From the car speaker, a recorded voice of a municipal employee repeats again: “stay at home”… the orwellian visions are overwhelming.

quarantine night
I wake up
into the silence

Andrea Cecon

1984

Raging Bull

May 25, 2020 jshb32haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

The rodeo clown’s eleven-gallon hat left in the dust.

zin drawn
from an old oaken barrel
the winemaker snorts

Zane Parks

Raging Bull

WIDE OPEN

May 18, 2020 jshb32haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

Sunrise after sunrise, a precious totem illuminated under western skies.

delicate balances
a sense of urgency
in a large space

Gary Hittmeyer

WIDE OPEN

Solitude

April 20, 2020 jshb32haibun, tiny haibun1 Comment

On the road there is only an ageless man with the hands marked by illness. He is sitting on the sidewalk close to the traffic lights.

rain –
the bowl of a beggar
overflows

Antonio Mangiameli

Solitude

ALICE IN CORONALALALAND

April 13, 2020 jshb32mini haibun, tiny haibun2 Comments

…..remember…..what the dormouse said…..

dawn
life’s
avatar

Helen Buckingham

ALICE IN CORONALALALAND

N.T.

January 27, 2020 jshb32tiny haibunLeave a comment

the tide is ebbing. time for the old sailor to express the transience and emptiness of it all in a single breath. a final, salty breath.

ocean wind –
the wings of an albatross
become a flute

Stephen Toft

N.T.

Angelfest

January 20, 2020 jshb32haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

stock up now with a small long sleeved white nightie a coil of wire and a liberal amount of tinsel

darkening sky
the way a feather sinks
touches the earth unseen

Diana Webb

Angelfest

Come Back Alice

December 23, 2019December 23, 2019 jshb32haibun, haibunga, mini haibun, tiny haibun3 Comments
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Samar Ghose

Ginkgo trees Pic courtesy: Costfoto / Barcroft Media / Getty

 

Come Back Alice

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