HALIBUT

People are constantly disappearing: some suddenly like lightning, others less dramatically like thunder. But like you, most are more like the morning mist lifting. They are there for a while, then they are not. And in the end, it matters little how they left . . . what remains is that we are still alone.            until your hat            faded into a butterfly            I yearned for you Marco Fraticelli & Chiyo-ni Each entry in A Thousand Years contains a haiku written by the 18th century poet Chiyo-ni and imagined letter to her former lover. Translations and inventions by Marco Fraticelli.

Got news for you, dad. Your friend of yours who worked for the cemetery wasn’t burying till the end. Ken, yes Kenneth. He died not long after you did. Didn’t dig his own grave as he said he would, he just wandered off until his body was found. Mom, she found the drama exciting, search parties, helicopters. I guess you didn’t get the news from there. Mom was all happy-sounding as she only does when she’s really ratcheted up. Apparently there was an auction of his stuff. Not that anyone told me. Mom didn’t go. Bet you would have liked a keepsake. I would have got you something, had I known. Guess all the stuff from their apartment went in with that too. Would you have wanted Ken’s hatchet? Or some of the hookrugs that you thought were kinda nice. A fella can always use another blanket of what Margaret quilted. Water loves its bridges. heart attack an oak’s shadows sleep Pearl Pirie Read Part 2 of Got News here.

Proverbs Tomasina Salmon made the Conservative Party blink, tamed it, dismantled it, then reconstituted it. Tomasina Salmon said, “Americans Get Out!” and they did. Tomasina Salmon sleeps in the forest. Tomasina Salmon

1817 .寝て起て大欠して猫の恋 nete okite ôakubi shite neko no koi he sleeps, he wakes has a big yawn... the cat goes courting Gustavo Escobedo  Issa  /   David G. Lanoue