Memorial Stone
Haibun Poem Mom and I see the headstone. Salmon, just as we chose. Smooth on top and along the sides, it emerges from a rough base of the same hue. Scattered grass grows...
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An Oil Change
Haibun Poem A Latino couple rests on the dark-gray leather couch opposite me. His thoroughly stained white painter’s pants and Sherman white sweatshirt somehow contrast and complement her matching light-gray sweat suit. An...
