Tag Archives: Haibun

Feast of the sun god

Blood Your blood With every pulse Gushing through my fingers Cascading down the temple steps Flowing to join severed head below Voraciously I tear out your beating heart Hold the gleaming organ aloft as crowds roar Acolytes roll your mutilated … Continue reading

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Savage dreams

Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay. Sallhust In savage places grow lush and fragrant gardens made of dust and dreams. Magical Mystical Teacher *** Far beyond these walls, beyond the vast expanse of brick … Continue reading

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Spell is broken

It is solved by walking, or so they say. Sure. Storm out the door and go for a nice brisk march down the street. Ignore the inflammatory text messages which cause the mobile phone to buzz like a nest of … Continue reading

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The phlegm faeries

Phlegm faeries are busiest in late Autumn when the skies are grey and the air’s just about chilly enough to nip at your nose in the early hours of the morning – when folk are still deciding if it’s cold … Continue reading

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Winter

Laughter of children playing, pushing each other on the swings and daring to go yet higher as the dogs bark and growl and chase each other about the yard. Short grass turned brown by hot summer sun riding high in … Continue reading

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Seeking paradise

Waking in the gloom, not sure if eyes open or not. Don’t care. Cloying stench fills mouth and nostrils; chest aches with every breath, resonating with the intense pain at the back of the skull. Everything aches. Every movement is … Continue reading

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From the ashes

“If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?” – Khalil Gibran Flowers grow on the fertile slopes of volcanoes, but only after the volcano has erupted can there be fertile ash to nourish the flowers. … Continue reading

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