• Under the Bashō

    The haiku journal that develops gradually
    through the year.

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last day of school

a stick drags across

the picket fence

pine dunes . . .

i pour the emptiness

from a conch shell

biding time. . .

spit drips down

the basil

split rail fence

a bobolink rides

the thistle

moonlight walk

again she asks me

her first name