gradually
i resemble the corpse
i will be
Month: November 2020
plague year
another wave
from the President
wind in the wind chimes
early morning thoughts
of the afterlife
lost
in the corn maze
autumn wind
tanka
gloomy morning
a windchime paddle loses
its momentum
we long for life as it was
and the return to normal
(tanka with painting)
updating
my employment status
falling leaves
morning mist
we step
into nothing
a soldier’s return
hill-country bluebonnets
line the road
the ones saved
for the confessional
war stories
fireworks…
phantasms turn
to gunsmoke
20 years of tinywords!
November 2020 marks the 20th?year of publication for?tinywords.
thunder
I slide a kigo
into the gun
I am
the city
twice born
imprisoned
with no key
to return
a nonchalant moon
passes through
new inmate
on the inside of her wrists
butterfly tattoos
in the dark
the sound
gun’s safety
downtime the conflict rages
(haiga)
lockdown -
a tin can
rolling
back and forth
with the wind
supermarket queue
within our circles
within ourselves
autumn a little more paprika
“Essential” — a short haibun by Jonathan Roman
lifting the tips
of a spruce tree’s needles
November sun
a rustling
from within
deep autumn