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      May 16, 2025Tanya McDonaldFourth of July

      Boyfriend home on four days of leave, I borrow Mom’s pickup and we go for a drive. Windows down, radio up. AC/DC. Deep Purple. Cream. Heart. Scent of mint fields and the slow glide of a hawk. Pause in the pullout beside what was once his grandparents’ house. Stretch our legs to the chatter of swallows. I’ve lost track of time. He hasn’t. Due for dinner with his mom in half an hour, he asks for the keys. I’m hesitant, but he’s the faster driver.
       
      ring box—
      my answer
      in the form of a question
       

      from #87 – Spring 2025

      Tanya McDonald

      “During my first dozen years as a haiku poet, I avoided haibun. At the time, I was working on a novel, and I knew that if I let myself dip my toe into haibun, I’d fall in love with the form and my novel would never come to fruition. Then I accidentally read Tick-Tock by Lew Watts. I haven’t worked on that novel since. Good haibun satisfy my love for haiku, for prose, for linking-and-shifting, for narrative, for limitless creativity, for poetry.”