Category: Haibun

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Disgruntled Errand Run

Three library books with me that I don’t intend to return. Three at home that I intended to return. Credit accrued and surrendered just to return a viola. Nearly $100 for two baseball mitts....

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First Taste of Summer

The Torne Valley Vineyard occupies a former estate that overlooks the Ramapo River. It offers lunch and outdoor seating. We’ve tried to dine there since Father’s Day. Now, we sit at a table for...

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First Sleepover

Frankie hugs us tightly. As he lets go, his eyes hold back a hint of tears, the ones that betray the hesitancy we all share. “Ok. Goodbye,” he says. He and his friend Stephan...

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Another Mother’s Day?

Haibun Mom washed, curled, brushed and hairsprayed. Then she applied makeup and lipstick. For the first time in weeks, she looks like she always does when she goes out in public. She loses her...

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Dryness

Dust falls through my fingers. I reach down and grab another handful. Sage and withered birch are all that break up the ashen plain. There should be light, but too many thunderclouds blot out...

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That Swing

Haibun I pull the black metal bars of that swing. The ground swings to the sky swings to the ground. Over and over again. Fog horn wind-tossed waves at Kingsland Point more by FRANK...