Betsy Sholl: Haibun | Tarantula
Our creature, named Slash, also bulked up. He had a taste for crickets we fed each week…
Jianqing Zheng: Site Visit
The Valley Store in Avalon, Mississippi, long abandoned, still holds its worn-out sign above the locked double doors. Many years ago, John Hurt lived nearby.
Jianqing Zheng: The Overlook
I embrace two rivers, the Changjiang and the Mississippi, each taking a share of my tributary for thirty-four years. Life is a river. The migration from East to West is a way of releasing the self for a confluence of places and allowing the rivers to flow through me and form a shoal of belonging.
Jianqing Zheng: Moonlight
Always after dinner, Yao, who memorized almost all of Beethoven’s musical pieces, played Moonlight in the living room.
Jianqing Zheng: Mama Nell
spring sunrise
pear blossoms take on
a shade of red
Jianqing Zheng: The Dog Years of Reeducation (excerpt)
When the sampan glides to shore, the bird lands back on the shoulder of the rowing girl while lotus leaves whisper in the morning sunshine.
Sean Sexton: Not Yet the Rise
Those five trees across the way I named Pleiades—till
one more fell to earth
Andrena Zawinski: Singing Bird Haibun
“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.” Basho . It is not a steely-eyed egret nor heft of pelican but just a singing bird that … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Haibun
he pencils me in the doctor hints of cancer but we’ll talk next week What should I do as the end of summer approaches? Earlier today, when I went to … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: The Traveler
another gray road a homeless veteran stands at attention — You consider your obligations. You drive on. There is a running man, a shabby man. It would be easy to … Continue reading
