Between the Palms

A winter haiku

By Courtney JonesPublished 3 days ago • Updated a day ago • 1 min read

Photo by Resul Baltacı on Unsplash

My hands warm slowly

around a chipped coffee mug

I don't look outside

Haiku

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Courtney Jones

I write psychological stories driven by tension, uncertainty, and the things left unexplained. I'm drawn to quiet unease moments where something feels wrong, but you can't say why.

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