Month: April 2018
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Originally posted on Puget Lines and Edges: #Haiku Happenings #2: Dave Kuhlmann’s latest #haiga! Puget Lines and Edges View original post
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Daily Haiku: April 13, 2018
Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: senryu the astronaut and the cow sitting together in Barbie’s car by Michael Ketchek (USA) Frogpond, Vol. XXXI, No. 1, 2008 ?
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My Daily #Haiku #2
croaking bullfrogs — dreading a chance of snow in the next forecast #haikuchallenge (chance) #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #GloPoWriMo2018 #NaPoWriMo2018
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NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 12
Originally posted on All Nine: Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a haibun. Surprisingly, given the number of haiku I’ve written over the years, this is a first for me: Empty Pockets A mile walk from the bagel shop to the tidal river, and all the walkers and their dogs are out on the first…
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#297: Front Yard Haibun
Originally posted on michael jarmer: Mid April, that Japanese maple explodes first with leaves and the giant oak trees follow its little footsteps a few weeks later. It all happens at once. Most years no one sees it. One day there are no leaves. Next day a million leaves. The grass greens. There’s a hammock…
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Eufemia Griffo – Failed haiku, April 2018
Originally posted on Memorie di una Geisha, multiblog internazionale di Haiku: Shinto temple a kami knows my wishes Tempio shintoista un kami conosce i miei desideri * Eufemia Griffo
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My Domestic Landscape: a #haibun
Walk down Victory Road. The Ramapo Mountains rise above the cluster of Maples around the Mahwah River. Trees line the front yards of the diverse houses flanking the street. They are an aboreal honor guard for passersby. Their sunburst colors in Autumn will arrest you in your tracks. Close your mouth before the flies…
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Factory Town
Originally posted on erbiage: since the 1760’s they’ve been working iron on this spot, but unlike most historical spots, they still are doing it here. The factory has changed over and over again, buildings torn down and raised, ponds dug and filled in. There is an old stone wall in the woods, railway grades, abandoned…
Frank J. Tassone 