Tag: haibun
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Miz Quickly Celebrates Bloomsday
Bloomsday I’d triumphed over that hill, the one I could never manage when the weather welded my joints, and now I stood there in a cold squint of low setting sun. Directly south was Spain. East was France. West was home – but it’s a distance too far no matter how far away west is – there’s nothing…
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dVerse Haibun #15
I am awake. I wake too early some days. No pattern – not just odd days, not just even days, or days with certain vowels or syllables. Some mornings I seem to wake in a neon blast, a flickering slap. A toothpick in the eye. My bones are agitated the way Jackson Pollock’s paintings sets…
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dVerse Haibun #13
West Beach The sea breaks just inches from where I stand. It’s a cannon’s crash in my ears. A tempest. A churning purgatory. We’re walking fast along this wet sand, the tide pushing us faster, the beach paperflat and straight into the west sky, and we’re barefoot. Mom says it’s good for the arches of…
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Sunday Whirl #247
First Thing This Morning It’s like a car crash. You don’t have to see it happen, to know that it did — the sight of glass, shattered fine as seashells, bits stretched across the road, and tyre tracks left as a dark memory where it stopped, rested at the base of an old lamp post.…
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