Honoured to have my haibun “Homewards” included in “White Blossoms”
[An e-Collection of Photographs and Words] by Susan Tekulve in KYSO Flash 12!
{scroll down the page to “Magnolia blossoms and red clay”}
Many thanks to editor Clare MacQueen!
“White Blossoms:” “In addition to photographs and lyrical prose by essayist and novelist Susan Tekulve, this collection contains prosimetra by authors such as Rick Mulkey, Stella Pierides, Brenda Sutton Rose, and Carl Sandburg, among others.”
undressing…
slowly the trees shed
their flowers
14/100 Photo from the garden of the Residenz, Würzburg, Lower Franconia, Bavaria, Germany.
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she crouches under
magnolia stellata
and viburnum carlcephalum
hiding the scent
of her fear
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and
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spring rain…
a baby doll under
Solomon’s seal
My haibun “Homewards” appears in Haibun Today and can be read by clicking here
Vol.7, No. 1, March 2013
It can also be found below:
Homewards
The garden at the back of the Edwardian terrace which is my London home is small but compact. A Magnolia Grandiflora Exmouth grows in its middle, a variety that keeps its glossy, oblong leaves in winter and blossoms in summer. White, deliciously fragrant flowers grace the tree unfailingly, giving me hours of pleasure upon my return from my European excursions. But the neighbor complains about the tree shading her garden. Each year I chop off branches to keep her happy. Each year I dread hearing from her.
sunlight
a dove crosses
the border
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My haibun “Homewards” appears in Haibun Today and can be read by clicking here
Vol.7, No. 1, March 2013
It can also be read below:
Homewards
The garden at the back of the Edwardian terrace which is my London home is small but compact. A Magnolia Grandiflora Exmouth grows in its middle, a variety that keeps its glossy, oblong leaves in winter and blossoms in summer. White, deliciously fragrant flowers grace the tree unfailingly, giving me hours of pleasure upon my return from my European excursions. But the neighbor complains about the tree shading her garden. Each year I chop off branches to keep her happy. Each year I dread hearing from her.
sunlight
a dove crosses
the border
