. Someone on the end of a phone line 24/7. Open to visitors 10 a.m.–9 p.m. You don't have to be suicidal. The nineteenth century buildin...

. Jack Kerouac you’ve got a lot of answering to do now that you’re safe in heaven dead * Evening twilight fills the wine shop with summer * ...

. 1 I found myself back on robbery-homicide, partnered with Brick Landers, the summer Brick broke his neck on what at first we all thought w...

. This minaret of dolomite, cold-water flat, artist’s garret of a peninsula appended to the broad side of my state, this bit of rock with li...

. Jet lag. Sleep deprivation. Stress. Depression. Mix in a jumbo for 26 hours. Queue for checking in. Queue to collect the bags. Queue for t...

Dover Beach and My Back Yard: BHS Haibun Anthology 2007 . Selection and Commentaries by Colin Blundell and Graham High. BHS Bookshop at www....

. (from Acts 13:13 to 14:28) Ah, the salty air from Paphos to Perga; bold words then in Pisidia's Antioch and in Iconium, but driven awa...

. The county road winds through low hills past moldy trailers and shotgun shacks ablaze with forsythia. The papermill’s blinking smokestacks...

. I wash my hands, struggle into a shapeless cotton gown opened at the back then cover my hair with a floppy cloth shower cap. So many drops...

. Quarter Past Sometime by Jeffrey Harpeng. Post Pressed: Teneriffe, Qld., Australia, 2007. ISBN: 9-78192121-4172. Perfect Bound, 5 x 8 inc...

. A sleety spring day in the English end of Akaroa. A length of clean newsprint is taped to the bay window of a weekend rental. A 4B pencil ...

. “She’s quite accomplished in the choral arts,” her queen-size mother would sniff with an air of superiority, while waving a bejeweled hand...

. It slipped by the proctors, an exam with no name on it. In the top right-hand corner, the line following the colon following NAME is free ...

. Only seven-years-old my granddaughter Rachel is a very cheerful and lively little person. She asked me to watch her latest trick on the tr...

. Response to Matthew Paul's Review of Contemporary Haibun 9 by Jim Kacian I cannot thank Matthew Paul enough for his serious intent and...

. Near our village in a dense oak forest stands an abandoned chapel called Saint Placide , built in gratitude by people who centuries ago su...

. Contemporary Haibun, Volume 9 . Edited by Jim Kacian, Bruce Ross & Ken Jones. Red Moon Press: Winchester, VA, 2007. ISBN: 1-978-893959...

. The crinkle sound is barely audible, but the dog hears it and perks her ears. The tall alien is preoccupied. With one of several lipless m...

. Arrived at apartments in the early hours of the morning. A meteor flew across the balcony & gone in the blink of an eye. Sky glitterin...

. It was the merry month of May and I took my New Zealand girlfriend to visit mum in Yorkshire for the first time. My mother had an apple tr...

. a pain in the waist near the ribcage for about a month reluctant to see any doctor remembering always Voltaire who said that doctors enter...

. With the perfection found in carefree abandon, the pair of mismatched cotton socks – one red, one robin’s egg blue – fit her feisty, fashi...

an interview with Diana Webb . DW: Describe your life, Bill, before you discovered the world of Zen and haiku. BW: Born 1942, the first of...

. Following in the footsteps of Thomas Willisell, the old soldier who played a large part in the development of field botany and of whom Joh...