demons
don't dwell deep
but buzz busy bouquets
traded through
together times
playing phony, plainly plight
lovingly
loatheing lonesome lands
swell sweetly searching sense
in inlays indeed intended
~Allen David Simon
shameless
shamans sell spirits
offering obscene opportunities
neverworld
neigh need
altogether
abandoning altruism anyone added
~Allen David Simon
times took time till tranquility trickled through
~Allen
David Simon
truest trust traced to tomorrowland triumphantly turned tail
~Allen
David Simon
divorce
rearranging the furniture
one more time
~Anne
Fox
barren landscape
no place to rest my head
in my mind
~Anne
Fox
hyperventilating into a brown bag lunch
~Anne
Fox
cacao ceremony —
spilling all the beans
~Olinda
Ninolakis
If I won the lottery
I’d just sit here writing poetry,
and, hey, that’s what I’m doing
right now.
~Noah
Berlatsky
inhale…
the sky cleans me
of me
~Maya
Daneva
clinic’s garden
where rain and tears
mix
~Maya
Daneva
bones that crack
silhouettes of velvet night
hiding under blankets
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
bongo-playing in the woods
I jam with
a woodpecker
~John
J. Dunphy
my poetry reading
a listener
claps his hands
to squash
a
mosquito
~John J. Dunphy
every morning
a cockroach drowns
in my water glass
~Tejendra
Sherchan
the
thin sinking socks of illiteracy
~Patrick Sweeney
nothing like watching a sea nettle practice the Tao
~Patrick
Sweeney
spray-painted on the wall of Checks Cashed Here
a
rainbow and a unicorn
~Patrick Sweeney
the medieval dread
of unknown
callers
~Patrick Sweeney
Duchamp resurrected and peed in the fountain.
~Martina
Matijević
3:00AM
all the blinking lights
that never sleep
~Joshua
St. Claire
a
tight pony-tail screaming
at a seven year-old boy
aluminum bleachers
~Joshua
St. Claire
ChatGPT programmed
not
to admit it
dukkha
~Joshua
St. Claire
rheumatism
in
dog years
I am a tortoise
~Joshua
St. Claire
On Prednisone
The
only thing you need to know is that this is the third haibun I’ve
written today.
flare star last gasp
~Joshua St. Claire
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