Andrew Riutta
Spring Sunshine
Jesus. I guess I never really noticed it before, but each drip of melted snow falling off the eaves practically digs its own grave in the thawed dirt. Not much hope in that.
multiverse theory . . .
somewhere else
maybe I still have her
About the Author
Andrew Riutta was born and raised in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. He is a father, chef, and Zamboni operator. His essay “The Myths of Manhood,” from the collection This I Believe: On Fatherhood (Jossey-Bass), was featured on Public Radio International’s Bob Edwards Show in 2012.
The first line grabbed me and held on. i really like how this haibun starts with something seemingly small and observable and expands into the vat unknown.
This one may be my favorite from the entire issue graced with many fine haibun.
Thanks very much for your gracious comments. Much appreciated.
vast unknown. “I type with hands like feet” Sheesh