haibun
crane

| Current Issue | Contents Page - This Issue | Editorial Staff | About This Journal | Submissions |
| Acceptance Criteria | Haibun Definitions | Articles | Archives | Search | Red Moon Press |

Contents Page: October, 2010, vol 6 no 3

[return to Contents Page]

Jeffrey Woodward

Sharecropper

It was my mother’s great uncle on her mother’s side, patiently waiting there just outside the screen door for perhaps the last time, the straw hat with the soiled band crumpled in his hand, there with the gaunt exterior of a black-and-white Walker Evans’ Depression Era photograph, his skin wrinkled and parchment-thin, his voice like an echo in a dry well, his singular tale that of lean times and crop failure, of winds blowing the very land away, leaving only parched lips, only the vacant gaze.

not a drop of rain
since the hired hand came—
a faraway freight

 


First published in Simply Haiku

V6, N4 (2008)

[return to Contents Page]



crane