© Rochelle Potkar | Powered by Between the time of submitting this haibun and now as I read it, my fingers quiver the scissorhand way for one more round of edits. Is this an attack of evolution? Or does the Word always behave in a work-in-progress way? You decide. But besides this internal cacophony, I am proud to be on Caesurae’s pages, ably handled by Jayita Sengupta. There’s music, fugue, sound, scenery, elemental styles moving between each line. I am waiting for the weekend to devour the whole issue.