Tag: Haibun

#Haibun: Writing

Being left-handed, I worked hard at writing well. A memory: First grade, a substitute teacher for the day. A regular elementary school in Houston, Texas. But that day I learned I was a spawn of the devil because I wrote with my left hand….

#Haibun: Sharp Shinned Hawk

Every morning, I write with nature surrounding me. The view from my window allows me to observe the arrival of my feathered guests. A red-headed woodpecker comes to peck, peck, peck on the mesquite. From pigeons to mourning doves to peach faced love birds,…

#Haibun: Wolf Moon

The night is cold, perfect for a dip in the hot tub. Naked, we step out into the brisk air and search for the full moon. Above us, the night sky is rampant with blue-black clouds, backlit by the beautiful orb. Like her namesake…

#Haibun: Christmas Memory

This time last year, I was embarking on an unknown journey as my 30+ years career was coming to an end. As the cold days of December crept in, so did my trepidation on what I was about to do.

#Haibun: Fate and Death

-By Linda Lee Lyberg As I wander the cloistered woods, the plunk, plunk, plunk of acorns landing in rotting leaves breaks the unearthly silence. The circle of life surrounds me, from leathery seed struggling to sprout to towering live oaks. I am humbled in…

#Haibun: Rain

-By Linda Lee Lyberg Rain, when it comes, is a delightful respite. Washing away the layer of sand from summertime haboobs.

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