Haiga Archive
Search results: friend
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Wieslawa Jakubaszek
3 September 2020quarantine
on the mirror
—the friend -
Robert Nowak
18 May 2014Crossroads
an abandoned fort
by the mossy stone
a bunch of wheatthe room filled with
sunrisean aroma of coffee
through an open window
trills of wrenswhat will the day bring?
ready for wandering
worn out shoesin this winter season
to feel someone closean old friend
the silent phone still
within reach -
Mary Davila
5 June 2011a new friend
takes his hand
moving day -
Liam Wilkinson
18 May 2011old friend
you come
and you go
leaving only traces
of your true colors -
Allison Millcock
19 September 2009My friend and I explore the playground at the end of my street. The old equipment has suddenly become punctuated by strange bright contraptions. We take turns to climb inside a mounted tractor tyre while the other spins it around. Then swing in and out on a large, rotating kite. But we still end up on old favorites. We scramble over monkey bars, turn dizzy on the merry-go-round and scream down the highest slide…
white cockatoos
crown the pine trees….
summer nutsParking my car years later in front of the old playground.
I stare out across an ocean of neatly mown grass with one small island of equipment.broken nest
the peanut package warns
it might contain nuts