he’s looking at me but I can’t be sure. I feign interest in the drummer’s solo, slide my index finger down the inside of my lover’s arm.
candlelight the horn player's swollen lips
The Way Things Were
There she is on eBay—the doll mother never let me have—poor Barbie, dismissed in the house where I grew up as cheap, not for the plastic she was made of but for her perky in-your-face breasts.
sepia shadows a young girl tugs at her tee shirt
I’m interested in your take on West’s haibun. If you like them, could you offer a few words as to why it works for you? Please feel free to comment in the space below.
Harriot West lives in Eugene, Oregon. She says she rarely manages to write a prose poem that feels complete without adding at least one haiku. Her haibun and haiku have been published widely and anthologized. Her books and poetry have received a number of awards and she’s one of the haiku poets featured in A New Resonance 5: Emerging Voices in English Language Haiku. Her collections include: Shades of Absence, Into the light,
Read this interview for Harriot West’s reflections on haibun. -> reflections on haibun