Three micro-haibun from the Censored Poems

Three micro-haibun from the series-in-progress The Censored Poems

Bone Broth

The very antithesis of cherry blossom. On the one hand and on the other. And in between

breathing

the torpid air of the mausoleum

morels, porcini, chanterelles

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Off Time

Play if you must. Laugh till you cry. But life is serious. The road is hard, paved with hunger, illness, war. Greed and envy. They will haunt you. Pick apples if you must. Oranges, figs. It won’t make any difference.

Hosannah!

at the nudist beach

my sunglasses

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Wabi-sabi

Now that that illness accosted me and I stood up to it, I feel entitled to a few wisdoms.

minding the gap

the chilling beauty

of angels

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First published in MacQueensquinterly, 1 Jan. 2923, issue 16.