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
tiny haibun
Angelfest
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
Come Back Alice
Ginkgo trees Pic courtesy: Costfoto / Barcroft Media / Getty
(N. T.)
All I learned from these endless debates about climate change and how to deal with it is the odd word “whataboutism”.
at the crossroad
of our illusions
a spit of snow
Eva Limbach
Unfolding
She dips into that flower, so much so, it’s self-watering.
the taste of smooth pink mysteries
Peter Jastermsky
Heard, Not Heard
It’s never mentioned. The sounds it picks up, invisible, in plain sight.
lost in translation
van gogh’s
other ear
Peter Jastermsky
Identities
This time, he used vinegar, certain that its acidity would clear his vision.
“not my mirror!”
wearing thin
regrettable creatures
Peter Jastermsky
(N.T.)
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
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
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