Tag: haibun

the jazz tubist

Prose poetry aka haibun seeking out one en-masse

Strawberry fields

It was the strawberry season. I know that for certain because a mysterious rash had confined me to sick bay. An allergy was suspected but until confirmed there were to be no visitors. Was it something I ate? I appeared mystified but quietly suspected… Continue Reading “Strawberry fields”

The spot

That summer we became caretakers – just ten days of house sitting whilst friends went in search of some long held hopes and expectations. As for me I did not expect anything other than a break from the city. But sitting there that first… Continue Reading “The spot”