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A Bug’s Death

Standing, staring into the cold, white interior of the bath. A crane fly is caught in the trickle of the tap, helpless. One wing lifeless, the other madly flapping to no avail. For a...

Contemporary Haibun Today, Time 0

Passing

Contemporary Haibun Poem   The mid-afternoon sun rests along the top of the Ramapo Mountains. The patio shines in a brilliance unobstructed by leafless maple trees. Mira and I sit at the table, taking...

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How to Die

Turn off the television Pull closed the curtains Let their fabric touch Make the lights low Go ahead, and run a bath Then select a sharp razor Now it would be prudent To forgo...