I wasn’t going to post anything today. I wanted to leave “On the Wheel of Living and Dying” as my latest post for a bit longer. Then I decided to visit the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and was captured by the richness of Kerry O’Connor’s latest offering. I had to write this wee haibun:
Sundarbans screamed of oily hurts and disease… The monsoon laughed… The mangrove wept… A woman-child awakened to her father’s cries over a living gone uncaught. She felt the touch of the Reaper coat fish and skin, heard The Man promise naught for her and the fish.
spilled death in black oils—
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