The Tweeting Haijin

 Keys to a bicycle. Photographs of grandparents. A chewed block of wood, with the teeth marks of a dead pet. A diploma, tattered at the edges. My baba-suit, enshrined in crinkly tissue paper. A large collection of mismatched socks. first cry my newborn father wipes his face (Published in Cafe Haiku on 01/12/2022)

 Morning Dog … is what Myshka is not. The thought of a walk in the dawn chill fills her with dread. She stays curled up till the sunbeams light up her nose. evensong the koel’s notes sleepier * Jerky Justice Unlike the fable, the monkey (I) ends up overfeeding to keep the balance between the senior and junior retrievers. sibling envy the aggression in the tail wags * Moving On “You don’t make me wet anymore” she said drily. dried petal now who was it exactly? (Published in Cafe Haiku on 29/04/2023)