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Drinkable haiku

into an old tin cup

a pristine trickle

of pineland water


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2022/05/drinkable-haiku.html), 5/1/22.

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Day haiku

New Year’s Day —

the sun sleeps late

too


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2022/01/morning-haiku-from-sunrise-to-noon.html), 1/1/22.

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Night haiku

you come and go

as you please . . .

fickle moon


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2021/12/night-haiku-from-sunset-to-sunrise.html), 12/1/21.

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Body haiku

flip-flops in October —

the sparkle of

her toenails


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2021/11/body-haiku.html), 11/1/21.

Haiku about numbers

6 p.m.

this morning’s tea

cold in the cup


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2021/10/numbers.html), 10/1/21.

New haiku

watermelon sunset . . .

I spit a seed

into the sky


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2021/09/new-haiku.html), 9/1/21.

Haiku about family and friends

clutching the letter —

her dad lifts her up

to the mail slot


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2021/08/family-friends.html), 7/1/21.

Haiku about childhood memories

Planters Peanuts

and motorized rolling chairs . . .

boardwalk memories

arts & crafts

with mom . . .

making memories


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2021/07/childhood-memories.html), 7/1/21.

Haiku about sounds or silences

and then the sound

of an ice cream truck—

I pat my pockets

low battery —

trying to silence

the wrong smoke alarm


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (https://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2021/06/sound-no-sound.html), 6/1/21.

Edible haiku

summer woods . . .

beneath the leaf mold

mushrooms


wabi? sabi?

I scratch my head

and eat some wasabi

Wabi and sabi — the bittersweet beauties of imperfection and impermanence — are fundamental Japanese aesthetics that figure prominently in haiku. I can never remember which is which, though, so I’m forever looking them up. LOL!

(For a more nuanced look at wabi and sabi — because it’s more subtle and complex than the simplistic definition I offer above — see my post The Wabi-Sabi Aesthetic.  ;- )


Published in Brass Bell: A Haiku Journal (http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/2021/05/edible-haiku.html), 5/1/21.

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