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- Written by: Anthony Lusardi
ancient orb of space. your light has finally reached earth. as i sit in my backyard. adding wood to a firepit. swigging a stella. and wondering . . . are you now long gone from this universe? what planets and solar systems have you seen? and do they still witness your glow?between the specks of venus and mars. the summer twilight fades. your light remains bright. and my thoughts drift . . . if we could ascend further into space. should we care about the dangers?the journeys we make are never ending. time is relevant. and whether on earth. or beyond the stars. we must make the most. of what arrives now.
fire embers
up into the night
the way fireflies
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- Written by: Robert Witmer
I listened with impatience to a language I couldn’t understand. They ate food I didn’t like, and things smelled funny. I preferred to stay home and watch TV, but my parents made me go. I suppose that now the farm is a housing development, similar to where I grew up. Over time, everything became more and more like me – and, slowly but surely, I wished it were different.
first snow
a little boy uncovers
the last strawberry
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- Written by: John Zheng
(Ekphrastic Haibun after Eudora Welty's Wildflowers)
Two girls pose side by side by the road,
one smiling shyly with a bundle
of wildflowers in her arms,
the other showing a faraway look.
Standing before the framed photograph,
two old women, each holding
a cane in their gnarled hands,
chat excitedly about the girls.
One says, “They are my classmates.
The smiling girl is Daisy.
I don’t remember the other one.”
Another adds thoughtfully,
“She looks like a hollyhock bud.”
Both laugh and walk to the next frame.
spring break
the antique wall clock
rewinds old-time music
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- Written by: Pamela Garry
When the paramedic had finished his shift during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, he saw the broken sparrow on top of a parked ambulance. He heeded yet another call and brought the bird home.
The bird gradually convalesced with gentle care from the whole family. When she could spread her wings for balance, she went outdoors and eventually joined a flock.
Quite often, the bird returns, drinks water from the familiar birdbath and tweets with family back and forth.
a seedless hull
on a cloud
in a puddle