When Hope Left
Regret unfurled slowly, thoughtfully, almost mockingly at his corner. He watched me watch him on his fluid ritual. In silence, his…
Hello my dear writers,
Since the haibun project is slowing down, we think it’s a good time to start closing up the project. There was a great suggestion before that the original prose writers can add their poems to their proses, which I’d like to prompt now before I formally close the project.