| Current Issue | About CHO | Editorial Staff & Guidelines | Submissions | Articles | Archives | Search |
April 2016, vol 12 no 1

| Contents This Issue | Next Haibun |

Lynn Edge


My husband has sausage left in the freezer chest from last year. He used to grind and stuff it himself, but now takes the meat to a processing plant. I told him not to have any made this year, but his friend killed a deer, and they split it. Today, the freezer is filled to the lid with fresh links. I don’t even have room for the food I plan to cook for Christmas Eve.

the neighbor’s party . . .
our deer sausage piled
on a silver platter