First Stitches
Haibun I run in the day care center’s playground. Somewhere past the slide, the jungle gym and some swings, I slip and fall. My left hand thumps hard against the ground. I stand up....
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Haibun I run in the day care center’s playground. Somewhere past the slide, the jungle gym and some swings, I slip and fall. My left hand thumps hard against the ground. I stand up....
Haibun Mom lies on her side. Her once immaculate hair now spreads across her pillow. She doesn’t know how she is. Only that she hasn’t been out of bed more than a half an...
Haibun Mom does not leave the house without looking immaculate. Makeup on, hair brushed and hair sprayed in place, dressed in the most appropriate outfit for the situation. Except today. She lies on a...