Tag Archives: mother

Monoku – FemkuMag

  mother’s suicide all the rage   FemkuMag, issue 4, September, 2018 https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/f4c0ea_7a90249160ad4bf3905db7a2ad4c325f.pdf Advertisements

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Two Haibun – Blithe Spirit

Denial   I did not want to hear it.   Your blood pressure is too high, the doctor said. This is serious. You might have a heart attack. I’m going to prescribe some pills. Take one every morning.   thunderheads … Continue reading

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A Sense of Place: THE SHORE – hearing

susurrus of surf my birth mother’s name in a seashell   © Martha Magenta   Troutswirl, The Haiku Foundation Blog https://www.thehaikufoundation.org/2018/07/18/a-sense-of-place-the-shore-hearing/

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Tanka – Red Lights

  coronation year – a monkey dances on the organ while mother shows me off in the street   the blackbird ends its song in the quiet afternoon I place violets on mother’s grave   © Martha Magenta Red Lights … Continue reading

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Haiku – Ephemerae

  small cuts— the flowers I give mother just to remember   coffee maker the baby learns to gurgle   © Martha Magenta   Ephemerae Vol 1,A April 2018 ISSN 2516-1767

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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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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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