Haibun/Tanka Forms 2025

The dog and I made a habit of early morning visits to the city park where my daughter lives. It was nice to be away from the city.   

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We stopped to pee and grab a soda. I found myself driving away holding memories more than forty years in the making.   

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I-80 in Southern Wyoming is a familiar transitional space for us. Back and forth from family to home; summer, winter, all seasons.  

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There is no way to hurry inner peace?  

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How do I sit and experience the breeze that tries to teach me awareness?  

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I thought, for an entire month, about the lady watering a rose bush in an otherwise neglected yard. Now, as evidence of what little care remained ebbs away, I wonder about that caretaker.    

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Giving voice to the shameful things we fear becomes a way of letting go so that God can carry away our refuse.    

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How much of our irritation or even disappointment with others, especially, those we love, is born of unease with and distaste for our own weakness?   

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Scripture, for me, is most powerful when used as a comfort for the human soul. Apparently, some canonized writers of the past agree.  

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After I become particularly brave and face my junk with alacrity, I always experience what I call transparency hangover. Being honest with myself feels really good until the next morning when I wonder what in the hell I've done.  

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Avoiding the ownership of my own insecurities and sometimes even my mistakes is a favorite pastime. Busyness is the best way I know to put off the eventual clean up. Ah, but the more I wait, the more miserable I become.

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