Tag Archives: Haibun

The Bus Driver – A haibun

At 60 and after the death of my wife, my daytime and dreamtime is peopled with those who ride my transit bus.  Mostly poor and straggling, they are glad to see me.  I like that.  Some call me Frank, others … Continue reading

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BEAUTY — a haibun

WHERE DOES BEAUTY COME FROM? From evolution, where else?  How do  beauty/culture/evolution interact?  With botox, puffed up lips, wrinkle-remover.  How many “Sexiest Man Alive” magazine covers have I seen?  Sex, and it is not missing in the wild, with colorful … Continue reading

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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

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