Favorite
haiku of the Summer 2015 issue:
the queit
of their coming home—
hook-and-ladder
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Favorite
senryu of the Summer 2015 issue:
am I holding
them correctly?
worry beads
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Favorite
haibun of the Summer 2015 issue:
The Call
You long for the days of letter-writing to slow things down to an axolotl’s pace. You rail at the indifference of wires and satellites and cellular phones . . . and you curse their cold efficiency for completing the calls you wait a lifetime not to hear.
Out of the dark hollow a smell of water . . .
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