< meta charset="UTF-8"> Haibun Today: A Haibun & Tanka Prose Journal

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 4, December 2019

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Faye Boland
Muxnaw, Kenmare, Kerry, Ireland


It is 1975 and Daddy has come home early from work. He and Mammy are sunning themselves on white plastic chairs at the back door. Mammy is wearing a bikini, Daddy has stripped down to his winter-white Y-fronts. His skin is speckled with russet freckles. Mammy is the colour of a chestnut. We have not yet heard of ozone, ultraviolet rays. The radio is blasting out Rhinestone Cowboy. In between slugs of MiWadi orange, my sister and I whinge about the heat. I grab a St. John's wort flower and am stung by a bee. I bawl. Eventually I finish crying and fall asleep. The sun paints red admiral wings on my fleshy limbs. That night, my skin burns so badly I cannot bear the touch of cotton sheets. Only my mother's skin darkens.

in remission
my father white
with sunscreen