Haiku by Lera Lynn

Magazines, like people, need a quiet place. Especially SPIN, cast as it is with so much strutting egos and talk of great sounds. Hence here—amidst the hurlyburly, the din, the ruckus, the primping—we open for you a small garden in which to pause.

As readers of our September print issue know, this contemplative space was created for us by two women of singular grace and taste: Sheila Chandra, mythopoetic mesmer, and Lera Lynn, spare queen of post-Americana.

Today the digital world gets Lera Lynn’s offerings. Sit here as long as you like, and come back anytime.

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Hard to hold wide view

Days have become indistinct

Monotony rules

There’s light in his eyes

A heart following itself

Hidden from the world

A thorn in the hand

And something coming unstuck

Blood often comes too

How strange to hold now

Tactile when the world forgot

Beauty lies in touch

The eye does not like

All the gaps filled in for it

Long live mystery