the lavender here in this desert-like town is long and hard and spiny. its smell is harsher here, more pungent. and with the heat and the dry air comes a rising moon that lifts itself pure over the hills. pure, white, into the azure it emerges – and azure, really, that’s the only word for… Continue reading haibun: moon over kelowna
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lazy easter afternoon – a haibun
today i’m serving up a haibun. it can be seen as a form of lyric prose – so that counts as poetry, doesn’t it? “because it’s the death of your ego”, he says, and his voice resonates across the dining room, bounces off the long table, right across the bread that’s slowly getting stale, slinks… Continue reading lazy easter afternoon – a haibun