Charles Trumbull is an editor for Encyclopaedia Britannica and lives in Evanston, Illinois. He has been writing haiku since 1991. He was editor (1996-2002) of the Haiku Society of America Newsletter, president of the HSA in 2004 and 2005, and an organizer of the Haiku North America 1999 conference. He is currently editor of Modern Haiku and proprietor of Deep North Press, a publisher of haiku books.
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The emptiness of the last line fills the house. I love getting tinywords email every day, but this is the only haiku I have saved.
dear Charlie: been out of ku-land for a few months again, had a heavy argument with someone. Any ways you have frequently sent forgetable stuff to tinywords but this one about a baby is definitely good. E as in Elliott.
The emptiness of the last line fills the house. I love getting tinywords email every day, but this is the only haiku I have saved.
dear Charlie: been out of ku-land for a few months again, had a heavy argument with someone. Any ways you have frequently sent forgetable stuff to tinywords but this one about a baby is definitely good. E as in Elliott.
unbearable silence:
a voice
no longer heard
after the door bang
the searing
silence
even better
than the smile,
the words —
–
immense emptyness-
the silence from behind
a child’s cry
palmetto rush hour–
middle of pond’s hush
solitary duck