New haibun by Tish Davis

Champagne Music  I slip the Lawrence Welk CD into the station and whisper, “Mom, our first sleep over.” Black and whites change with the notes on his accordion, shadows across toes exposed at the bottom of the bed. The nurse now finished returns the...

Two haibun by John Irvine

Sheep or donkey?Sitting here at my PC at 5:48am, the sun yet to roll over the eastern hills, composing an obsequious email to the editor of some obscure online poetry magazine. Editors can be pernickety buggers given to flamboyant rejections, so pandering to their...