Welcome! tinywords 11.3, the “journeys” issue, is about to begin. Intro by guest editor Kathe L. Palka.
shallow stream
we cross a bridge
of stars
immigration line
a red thread caught
in her teeth
just this morning
the first magnolia buds
opening—
my mother?s unwed initials
on the suitcase she brought east
he thinks again of turning leaves her hands
autumn leaves
lipstick red
her brand new path to herself
We stand on the shore, a plastic bag of fins, masks and snorkels on the sand between us… (haibun continues)
sunlit lake
not a ripple
in my thoughts
west wind
the rain arrives
without you
row boat—
we float deeper
into dusk
friday evening
the last car to board the ferry
in front of me
thunder
at the bus stop
the posture of rain
rainfall
a feather on the pond
changes course
backstroke the sound of my mother’s womb