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Favorite
haiku of the autumn issue:
Memorial Day
the shadows of tourists
on the wet sand |
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Favorite
senryu of the autumn issue:
born to live i hoe
and, ah, born to die
i kiss the melon |
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Favorite
haibun of the autumn issue:
i can’t
i can’t write I anymore. I used to think i was pretentious but now i realize what a monumental arrogance I was in a world of hes and shes and its and i am as ashamed of the old Me as i can be.
in
spite
of
my
moods
and awkward lovemaking
purple
asters
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