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Haibun: ‘Who Mends Broken Men?’

I find my father in the bathroom, bowed over the sink—bitter, because the stubble on his face is so thick it’s almost a beard. I pick up his razor and offer to help, but he blocks my hand. “I was buying Depends for men the other day,” he says, “because I can’t make it to the bathroom in time anymore. Now I can’t shave myself either. I became old overnight.” He faces me, tears leaking from his eyes. “Who mends broken men?”

Autumn loneliness—
the last crimson leaf still clings
to the maple tree.


Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher 


Rhyme for a Time of Plague

Fill the tooth, fear the faces
Peering in the empty spaces.
Mix the needlepoint with mittens;
Leave unharmed the cats and kittens.
Do not be afraid of arms;
Help the farmers on their farms.
When the hay has all been stacked
And the plums in jars are packed,
Smiles will go a long, long way
Toward allaying fears, I say.


Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #265
More Writers’ Pantry #19 at Poets and Storytellers United


At your touch

at your touch on this cold night
I lean into your hair
which smells of moons and stars
gratefully inhaling the scent
that makes me tipsy
as a hummingbird
too full of nectar
the faces of our children
not yet born
will glow with wonder
when we tell this story
thirty years from now
and they will tell it to their children
speaking in hushed voices:
how a farmer loved his wife
through sixty years of drought and plenty
while suns and stars and planets
kept whirling round the fields
and wistful neighbors spoke with reverence
of the fertile pair


Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #144
More Poetry Pantry #386 at Poets United


Old Mariachis

Painting at Fábrica La Aurora San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

old mariachis
their faces creased with music
uncaging the night

Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Caged Soul”

The Miners

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gritty and filthy—
their faces at twilight
when they come home from the mine
one of them enters an empty house
(his wife left two months ago)
one of them finds
only fetid cabbage soup on the table—
not enough money for meat or milk
and one of them sips a bitter drink
from a mug with a broken handle
all three of them know
that nothing will ever be the same again—
the streetcar that used to stop at the corner
to carry them to the mine
(ten cents round trip)
sits rusting in the rail yard
and not even a vow to the gods
will make its wheels turn again


© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Poetry Pantry #303
More Sunday’s Whirligig #60


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Chapel of Santo Niño de Atocha, Chimayo, New Mexico

Their watching faces
keeping every stranger safe—
Holy Family.

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Ruby Tuesday Too
More Carpe Diem: “Their Watching Faces”
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon: Day 3


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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

familiar faces—
thirsty roots and barren sands
nuzzling each other

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Carpe Diem: “Symbiotic”