Bob Lucky is a regular contributor to haiku and tanka journals in the US, Europe, and Australia.
His works in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous
international journals, including Flash, Rattle, Modern Haiku, KYSO Flash, Haibun Today,
and Contemporary Haibun Online (where he edits content).
Lucky's chapbook of haibun, tanka prose, and prose poems, entitled Ethiopian Time (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014) was an honorable mention in the Touchstone Book Awards. He now lives and works in Saudi Arabia.
We Must All Dree Our Weird
This morning I couldn't find the socks I was looking for. I put on another pair. It's good to have socks. They weren't great socks. They were yellow, with a hole just above each big toe. I need to cut my toenails more often. But I wore them with no shame. After all, they could have been orange or candy-cane striped. They could have been on the feet of someone else. I might have been someone else. I might have been a pair of socks. Or someone making a pair of socks. For less than minimum wage. For the dubious pleasure of getting to do it all again tomorrow.