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Haiku

  river mist — the sound of wings at twilight   immortelle . . . her perfume lingers in the day room   © Martha Magenta   Presence, issue 60 , March 2018 http://haikupresence.org Advertisements

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Haiku

  lingering snow grandfather’s silent accordion   © Martha Magenta Cattails, the journal of the United Haiku & Tanka Society – April 2018 http://www.cattailsjournal.com/issues/cattailsApril2018.pdf

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Haiku

  hailstorm . . . stilettos quicken on the sidewalk   © Martha Magenta   Neo-classical Haiku: Zatsuei – Haiku of Merit World Haiku Review, March 2018, page 1 https://sites.google.com/site/worldhaikureview2/whr-march-2018/haiku-page-1     tadpoles— my overuse of commas   © Martha … Continue reading

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Haiku

  mountain mist . . . the whitening of mother’s hair   Modern Haiku Vol. 49.1 Winter-Spring 2018 http://www.modernhaiku.org/issue49-1/index.html

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Post-Antibiotic Apocalypse (haibun)

  Entering the waiting room, everyone leaves a vacant seat between themselves and the next patient. Until it becomes so full, that late arrivals squeeze into the in-between seats, trying not to touch the patients next to them. I gaze … Continue reading

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Haiku Windows: dollhouse window

  the family she always wished for – dollhouse window   Martha Magenta   Haiku Windows, Troutswirl, The Haiku Foundation Blog January 17, 2018 Katherine Munro ed. https://www.thehaikufoundation.org/2018/01/17/haiku-windows-dollhouse-window/

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UHTS The “Samurai” Haibun Contest, 2017 Honourable Mention

Changing Trains   I board the late night train. I agree to hold a fellow passenger’s baby while she sorts out her bags and finds the baby’s things. The woman is clearly flustered, and she sighs heavily as she searches … Continue reading

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