Haibun
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Snapshot 21 July 02004
Such pain. I realize, again, that I am an odd person – my expectations of people so naive, my understanding so limited. How I am wounded again and again, yet seem to grow no calluses. Surely this is an error. Like N–, that blazing day, stepping into a parking lot from an air-conditioned building and… Continue reading
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Linked Haibun III
moonlight the garden rug blossoms Erin Noteboom Carpet roses climb the slope along the steps up to the river path. These are not the full, blowsy, cabbage roses that make one think of England, nor tight, symmetrical buds like those at a flower shop. These are flat-open roses, deep-pink with… Continue reading
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Linked Haibun I
illness sharpens — in arctic summer every stone is shawled with fire Erin Noteboom The cats woke me a bit after 3:00 a.m., and the house began shaking about a minute later. I waited for it to end, but it kept on, so after awhile I got up and climbed… Continue reading

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