Category: haiku community
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#SilentSunday (12/8/19)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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#Haikai Challenge #116 (12/7/19): Cold Moon #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
Hope you’re handling your Holiday season in style, haijin! Congratulations to last week’s contributors: Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jules2. Jade Li/Lisa3. Jane Dougherty4. Peter5. Dwight L. Roth 6. Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr7. Tessa8. Indira9. Reena Saxena10. Kerfe Roig 11. Xenia Tran12. Linda Lee Lyberg13. Janice14. Christine Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Looking ahead: It’s…
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Best of 2019
#Haiku Happenings #9: Rajani Radhakrishnan’s latest #haibun!
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Climbing Stairs – The Royal Hallamshire Hospital, Sheffield
Originally posted on Burn The Water: “The hospital was designed by Adams, Holden and Pearson and built in two phases; the first phase, a three-storey out-patients department was completed in 1971. The second phase, the main building, was opened by the Prince of Wales in 1978. The main building was designed as three main interlinked…
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Gembun
Originally posted on weird laburnum: Can I help you find something? hour of darkness –painting false reasonon our way out Source: A gembun remixed from pages 71, 81, 93, & 99 of The Graduation by Christopher Pike. Shloka Shankar
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A sorrowful Sunset: A #GerryMuse #Tankaprose
I published some of my first haibun at Haibun Today. Ray Rasmussen was a patient taskmaster. His edits brought out the best in my work while excising the worst. I treasure the work he accepted. My sighs at the cessation of their publication continue. I have no idea when they’ll cease. fading rays as a…
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One Man’s Maple Moon: Shimmer Tanka
Originally posted on Martha Magenta: ? English Original ? sometimes a shimmer on the stair a trace of your scent lingers in my memory and fills the air I breathe ? First published: The Bamboo Hut, Autumn 2016 ? Chinese Translation (Traditional) ? 有時候 樓梯上的微光 一絲你的氣味 不僅縈繞在我的記憶中 而且充滿在我呼吸的空氣中 ? Chinese Translation (Simplified) ? 有时候 楼梯上的微光…
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Haibun # 5
Originally posted on Rooted in Love: As I sip my morning tea, the autumn sun outside, like a warm, tender wave falls over the trees in the garden. Beside me, on the desk, a book calls to be read, as though it were the tender eyes of a woman I love, inviting me to delve…
