Simply Haiku: A Quarterly Journal of Japanese Short Form Poetry
About Simply Haiku
Summer 2006, vol 4 no 2
The last time I saw my cousin Hank, we were both young
men. He was stocky. I could easily imagine him playing
high school football; maybe a running back. In a
flight of fancy, I saw him as a local hero. With his
rugged good looks, the girls would've loved him.
Those would have been his glory days. Barring some
great good fortune, he'd have gone to work in the
mines after graduation.
But Hank never spoke. It was softly said that perhaps
the doctor had misapplied forceps to his skull at
birth. In that time and place, doctors were gods. No
one would have thought to make a claim against one.
in the road
dark skid marks
and fur darker still
Zane Parks lives in California with his wife Bridget and
cats Buddy and Starbucks. He writes haiku, tanka, and
related forms. Haibun is a recent interest. Some of
his work can be viewed online at
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