December 21, 2018


Words by Dan Hardison
Santa Ornament by Jake Caskey, 1996

December 14, 2018

November 25, 2018

Hardison Grocery

Beyond the “Sunbeam Bread” screen door were rows of wooden shelves filled with once-common brands, barrels of dried beans, and bins of fresh local produce. There was a rack of country hams and a refrigerated meat case filled with everything from steaks, pork chops, and whole chickens to pig’s feet, ox tails, and chitlins.

Just inside, glass bottles of Nehi Grape, Orange Crush, and RC Cola could be found suspended in a metal drink box of ice-cold water. The checkout counter, there was only one, had no moving belts or scanners just a mechanical cash register and a front filled with bins of candy.

Before shopping malls, supermarkets, or fast food, this was where groceries were bought accompanied by an exchange of gossip. Once every neighborhood had its own grocery and I grew up with such a store owned by my grandparents.

        catching a moment
        and holding it forever . . .
        an old photograph

Dan Hardison

vol. 41:3 fall 2018

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Tree Challenge

Haiku and image by Dan Hardison

Haiga Online - Tree Challenge
Vol, 19-1, Spring 2018

August 27, 2018

By His Side

He is up from his nap and ready for an afternoon walk. As we leave, he stumbles on the threshold of the door. His pace is slow, his movement stiff, but he has a look of determination as we move along the familiar path. We reach our destination (only half as far as in the past), and start the journey home. As we return, he is moving even slower and a bit winded, but tomorrow he will be ready again for another walk.

He is 15 in human years and has multiple health issues. The playfulness and exuberance may be diminished, but in those brown cataract glazed eyes the affection still shows through. I once said, “it is here he will stay” and it is here we will be by his side.

        though faded and worn . . .
        child’s blanket

Dan Hardison

Contempary Haibun Online
July 2018, vol 14 no 2