Haiku poems by T.S. Ming ( WCM, issue # 6)

Ground Zero
Black soot and dust;
lungs perforated with cries,
a ship sailing away

Ears filled to the rim
With their own fractious thunder;
faced with deaf mirrors.

A Jerk
He’ll snap a finger
Worlds under his feet crumble,
he fantasizes.

The Fetus
An alien in
my body, sucking my blood,
pulling on my bowels


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