A green finch…

∞ A green finch takes a liking to our Callistemon | already cozied up to sun & rain. The finch | itches its beak | nibbles insects & pollen dusts its feathers when it scoots from branch to branch— from this distance the blooms resemble lobster pincers | provide ample cover & keep the famished…

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weed puller’s soliloquy

Weed Puller’s Soliloquy Time for weeding. For bulbs to stretch their limbs. For seeds to unzip skins & crack smiles. After days spent plucking weeds i’m beginning to realize their intelligence & cunning. i see how Roethke came to respect them : so barefaced, in plain sight of the po-faced Camellias — one weed dresses…

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flower boy

i was a flower boy once. this is a memory haibun.   flower boy i finished school at 16 & wished to educate my sensitivities, so took a part time job on a flower stall in small town Burntwood— nothing place, where everybody knows each other’s name & cars passing through are slowed only by…

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대사님 is visiting

with a 25 years old map of Jeju yellowing at the corners which he navigates in his head 대사님 determined as a child to fit a cubed block in the prism slot pointed in the direction of his memories & we followed. not before explaining that the area he has pointed out has changed. today:…

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