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FOUR HAIKUS by Jeffrey Tao
Four Haikus
Music
Music feeds the soulTouches our deepest recessesLove and cherish it.
Rippling Lake
Gently rippling lakeBathed in soft autumn sunlight.Leaves in myriad shapes.
The Starling
As I sip coffeeA starling settles nearbyPlumage speckled white.
Lilac Leaves
Green leaves turn yellowPerfectly...
DAYLIGHT SAVES by Kay Smith Blum
My head is in a story that I need to submit by today, when my husband comes into the kitchen. I can’t exit until my coffee is done even though any conversation will drain...
THE GOLDEN LEAVES OF OLD CITY by Daniel Picker
I met her just outside the brass-handled doors of Suburban Station, a good walk from 16th and Locust where I came up from below ground to the grey sidewalk on a bright, sunlit early...
JACOB AND THE ANGEL by Ingrid Blaufarb Hughes
We Are All Complicit
In Mariupol, a man searchesall night in the rubble of his house.“Four children, four adults,” he says,as day breaks. He starts to dig their graves.
On a New York street a man...
ROGUE RIVER REDEMPTION by Clint Frakes
Desire #31(a meditation on a condition)
The crazy lady tries to get intimate with meevery Wednesday & Friday. I say,“Listen, lady, you should ask before going through someone’s bag—& hey that’s my fucking magazine!”She leaves,...
TRAVEL by Ates Yersu
“WE TRAVEL NOT TO ESCAPE LIFE, BUT FOR LIFE NOT TO ESCAPE US.”
ANONYMOUS
We feel a temporary sense of immortality when we are taking a trip, especially when we are on a train, looking at...
SMOOTH OPERATOR by John Tavares
We invited every train operator and conductor who ever worked with Oatley to his retirement party. None of the women wanted to attend the party and celebration. They declined the invitation, saying Oatley was...
THOSE TWO by Odeta Xheka
Half of New Territory
The rain’s let upas the last few drops of milk and tears snake downthe cereal bowl, on the breakfast table,covered in silence and soaked in honey-we go about deaf and blind,...
IF YOU LEAVE, WHERE WILL YOU GO? Lisa Hoelzer
I recently left the strict high-demand religion I belonged to for the past thirty years. The values and practices associated with my faith shaped every part of my life: family priorities, Sunday behaviors, clothing,...
AT THE END OF THE DAY by Jeff Adams
Peg Dooley said to her father, “You are looking at me with different eyes.” Of course he was. Four days ago Mrs. Dooley left this world. Sixty-two years as a couple, what else was...