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tiny haibun

Medium of Water

July 25, 2022 jshb32haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

She’s never touched a drop of LSD but maybe on the threshold of seizure
…from amethyst to rose to aquamarine delineated by reflected boughs a stained glass window segues into a canvas by Degas…

a gust
shatters the surface
fragments

Diana Webb

Medium of Water

(N.t.)

July 4, 2022 jshb32gembun, haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

me decreasing through the mirror’s corridor

darling cloud
i have once again failed
to be your portal

Richa Sharma

(N.t.)

(N.T)

June 6, 2022 jshb32haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

I break open a thought the sky has compressed since long. It is the one from the manuscript of your dream.

beyond looking
a butterfly jigsaws
into my identity

Richa Sharma

(N.T)

Love

May 23, 2022 jshb32haibun, tiny haibun1 Comment

The purr at the back door announces the delivery of another mouse.

cold sunrise
the saucer of milk
empty again

Bob Lucky

Love

Acceptance

April 25, 2022 jshb32haibun, tiny haibun3 Comments

All the roads mistaken brought me here.

late winter the promise of overcast skies

Bob Lucky

Acceptance

Last Supper

January 17, 2022 jshb32haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

“I’m tired,” my brother says. “The kind of tired you can’t sleep off.”

“Me too,” I say. “It’s been a long life. I could sleep for a week.”

new snow
cleansing the palette
between courses

Peter Newton

Last Supper

One Memory

January 10, 2022 jshb32haibun, tiny haibun1 Comment

I hear Iceland’s having a sale on icebergs. The eco-tourists arrive in droves carbon footprinting what’s left of the snow.

polar bears
in figurine size
blood moon

Peter Newton

One Memory

What of it?

October 25, 2021October 18, 2021 jshb32haibun, tiny haibunLeave a comment

The light in the room is dim and gray. It is an overspill from the drizzle outside the window. For a time I am in and of the wider world.

a moment
to be consumed by
no longer being

Hansha Teki

What of it?

#mom

September 6, 2021September 6, 2021 jshb32haibun, tiny haibun1 Comment

…and she again calls me by my sister’s name…

dementia
the wait for the
genetics to kick in

Mona Bedi

#mom

Infant Light

August 16, 2021 jshb32haibun, tiny haibun1 Comment

I am a child. My first identity. My long and lingering identity.

longest day
permission to stay up
to watch the sunset

Diana Webb

Infant Light

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