THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 26th March 2026. Linda Papanicolaou - Guest Editor
- Srinivas Sambangi
- Mar 26
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 31
Editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh
Guest Editor: Linda Papanicolaou
Featured Poet: J. Zimmerman
Host: Srinivas Sambangi
A Thursday Feature
26th March 2026
Missing Man
J. Zimmerman
Mid-November after I rake the leaves I stand at Central and First, holding the Stars and Bars. All of them died in Nam — my brother Joe, my cousin Freddy, mom's youngest brother Jack. Sometimes I just have to come out on the streets and stand with my flag. There's no parade.
The smell of burning
could be diesel
could be napalm
—Frogpond 34:1 (Winter, 2011);
Commentary:
At the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society’s retreat in 2010, Margaret Chula presented a writing workshop entitled “Persona Haibun: The Art of Empathy.” She spread out a varied collection of photojournalistic photographs of people, asking participants to pick one and write a haibun in that person’s voice. I was at that workshop and reading Joan’s haibun I can
vividly remember the photo she chose, and marvel at the non-visual detail she included to flesh out the character (for non-Americans, the “Stars and Bars” is the Confederate flag from our 19th century Civil War, a signal that the character was a lower class white Southerner and a racist). Once I get past the initial shock, the pain in this portrait sketch becomes almost
overwhelming.
Prompt:
Write a personal haibun in which we can see past your character’s negative traits to find their humanity.
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Thank you Linda, for your pick of some of the best haibun and offering excellent commentary and thought provoking prompts this month
_Srinivas

#1
Burning Heart
Because of her, my grandmother, the most loving person, suffers for decades. She goes hungry for hours, even all day. She hardly asks her what she wants to eat. She hides hearty delicacies and serves scrap ones to the family. Potentially it must be her miserliness, almost everything about her feels distasteful including her cooking. Having no teeth at her age, my grandmother needs liquid and soft foods. However, she won't bother to manage them. By our community's values and norms, a daughter-in-law is supposed to take good care of her mother-in-law—feeding, clothing and taking care of her health. Tragically, she fails in all fronts.
remembering
all my late-loved ones
the titan arum too
Our Lady's Grammar School
There was no doubt about it. After receiving a slap for not doing my tacking stitch properly, I declared that she was a wicked old woman who resented us because we were young and had our whole lives ahead of us. Heaven forbid, some of us might even fall in love one day.
Sister Beth
how tender her words to the children in the orphanage
Marion Clarke
Warrenpoint, N Ireland
Post #1
31.3.26
Revised thanks to Marion:
A world apart
The phone won’t stop ringing—eight unknown numbers, three from the office, and a few from long-lost relatives. After all these years, I have no desire to speak to them. I can already hear it: the hollow sympathy, the distant tones, the endless rehashing of my sister’s final days. I want none of it.
One by one, I block the numbers. Then I switch off the phone.
I want to grieve in peace.
hometown visit
what I lost
finds me
Mona Bedi
India
Feedback appreciated:)
A world apart
The phone won’t stop ringing—eight unknown numbers, three from the office, and a few from long-lost relatives. After all these years, I have…
As it’s the end of March, let me thank everyone for your comments on the haibun by friends that I posted and the lovely work you posted in response. I learned a lot from you this month.
Awesome prompt! Great haibun.