- nonstop . . .
- leaning on his cane . . .
- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Category Archives: Contemporary Haibun Online
Lately, I’ve had the good fortune to have my work showcased by two virtual friends. The first, Marjorie Buettner, is one of three new editors at the helm of the recently revamped Contemporary Haibun Online. Although I’ve never met Marjorie in … Continue reading
Throwback This is my sister’s story. My sister, who carries the genes of our mother’s grandmothers —Miriam and Polly and Mary—in her face, in her arms, legs, feet, hands. My sister, whose skin is red, like a sunset that bleeds … Continue reading
Nothing more remains of the house her father built close—too close—to the tracks. Not the wrap-around-porch where she and her sisters perched like a charm of songbirds. Not the wooden swing hung from the porch ceiling. Or the morning glories … Continue reading
It’s been such a privilege for me to share in the remembrances of all those who’ve contributed poems to honor their loved ones here during the past two weeks. I am humbled, not only by the response to my call … Continue reading
One day the Rainbow Serpent wakes from a dream to create the earth and all its inhabitants. Grass. Flowers. Trees. Frogs. Birds. Emus. Kangaroos. Wallabies. Rivers and streams. Then she makes laws for all to obey, saying, “Those who keep … Continue reading
The Gathering It starts like this. The guests begin to gather. The gathering grows into a circle of well-wishers. Friends and strangers. Meeting. Greeting. One question leading to another. And another, as small talk swells into more small talk. After … Continue reading
At dinner, I find myself surrounded by tourists from a geriatric bus tour who’ve traveled from the seaside town of Adelaide to see the Outback before it’s too late. Seated next to me is a soft-spoken woman named June. She … Continue reading
Even as a child I admired the cameo, not merely for its beauty but for some incontrovertible spirit it seemed to embody. My mother’s pairing of the necklace with a simple black dress reserved for birthdays and anniversaries heightened the … Continue reading
The ruins of a medieval castle stand on its outskirts. The River Úhlava runs through it. It’s ringed by the Böhmerwald. This much I know from guidebooks, but my pen-pal quickly gets to the heart of our ancestors’ village. “In … Continue reading