Tag: Haibun
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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.…
