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a haibun
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This
year I’m taking soil seriously.
I
buy the stuff to stuff into my pots, the seed
starter
stuff, and the en..
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***
Why
are eyes drawn to misfortune?
That
boy, playing in the sandbox, only has
one hand; the two boys playing
with him
..
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Sweat
drips down my collar.
The
boss is staring me in the eye,
asking
me if we had relations,
me
telling lie..
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a modified haibun
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In
the early morning hours
before
the sun comes alive
while
a dark shroud waits
outside
to be penetrated by lamplight...
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Malfeasance
My
lawyer squandered my griefin
a brief. I should have testified.Lord,
when it comes to the law,nothing
is..
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As
far as I'm aware
Pavarotti
never wrote a poem,
Frost
never sang La Boheme.
Is
there some lesson here?
..
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He
laughed when he saw
the
size of the seeds.
Nothing, he thought,
can
sustain itself on this.
He
wipe..
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Now
I lay me
down
to sleep, well,
not
exactly sleep, I'm
too
horny for sleep.
Now
I lay Jessica.
We're
both a ..
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