“We have a new one,” she tells me over wine on the porch. “He’s fully clothed, but he’ll run through a room and straight into the wall. It really freaks people out.”
I ask how many there are now—four or five. There’s the smoker, the streaker, the little girl, the one who opens and closes doors…
“The pacer,” she adds.
The pacer. I always forget about him.
build in the grill
This weekend was the fourth Cradle of American Haiku Festival in Mineral Point, Wisconsin. The above haibun, based on a conversation with Foundry Books’ owner Gayle Bull, was written during Melissa Allen‘s haibun workshop.