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Category Archives: Haibun
Grey Haibun for d’Verse
Night regurgitates day in images that ride their REM waves, waves that slap the hard beach repetitively, incessantly, omnipresent in the fog of sleep and in the spaces between the incidental, accidental thoughts that drift by during timeouts in the … Continue reading
THE TROLLEY RIDE — a haibun
If you ride a trolley long enough you’ll come to the end of the line. You can then remember the sights and stops, the riders that come and go. Maybe trouble on the line, cross words or banter, perchance the … Continue reading
Haibun for Dverse 6-6-16
So here it is: The master of the uninverse either has a devious sense or humor or gets terribly bored at times. For instance, He planned and plotted that one little bunch of His creatures live out of sight, underground, … Continue reading
