year's end...
the beat-up twelve string
in
the corner
Adrian
Bouter
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copper clouds
soaking up the spill
sunset
Jharna
Sanyal
timber wood
curling up in smoke
legends
of forests
Jharna Sanyal
what’s
all the racket?!
a featherless white crane lifts
things up
to the roof
J. D. Nelson
*
feathers
everywhere . . .
in mid-autumn the white hen
has started to
molt
J. D. Nelson
one bird’s egg
in another’s nest
false
spring
Mark Forrester
*
within my dream
another dream
dragonflies
Mark Forrester
rhyming trees with peace
snipping frosted tips
of rosemary and thyme
Mark
Gilbert
*
December solstice—
watching the snowscene settle
on
the mantelpiece
Mark Gilbert
first morning
of
honeymoon —
we share
this
autumn road
to ourselves
Steliana Cristina Voicu
Richard Wright’s asleep.
In his eyes the cold rain drips.
Five,
seven, and five.
Noah Berlatsky
ski vacation...
hands cupped around mugs
of hot chocolate
Nancy Brady
*
moonlit night
a catamaran glides over
stars
Nancy Brady
one part goodwill
two parts love
stardust
to make it happen
Bonnie J Scherer
*
needles snap
while knitting a scarf
the breaking point
at which our lives
fall
apart
Bonnie J Scherer
sitting
in my fairytale the rocking chair
Sharon
Ferrante
*
Jupiter rising
you made
me
care
about you
Sharon Ferrante
The secret is this—
you find morning where night left
blue
ember, burning
Kara Knickerbocker
*
Embers carry you
into empty morning blue
full
of red, waiting
Kara Knickerbocker
A child's laughter
rings above trees
locked in winter solstice
to remind them
of
their awakening
Janet Krauss
coyote prowls
the golf course—
what’s
his handicap
Janet Ruth Heller
*
foot of snow
on bird bath—
muffin
top
Janet Ruth Heller
my friend’s cabin
a short dash to the creek
for
a skinny-dip
Joseph P. Wechselberger
eyes
in all directions
the
lost potato
Robert Witmer
*
hunger
a stone ripens
in
a tight fist
Robert Witmer
windblown hair
campfire lights up
half
her face
Ravi Kiran
*
flooded street
the paper boat
faster
than me
Ravi Kiran
starting again
at fifty
I scrape
every last bit
of peanut butter
from
the jar
Bryan Rickert
their brooms
broken and burned at the stake
the witches
assemble at the village gate
to exact a gruesome vengeance
there are spells
we learned from the old ones
herbs on the fire
the chant deep and low ...
'the devil take your soul'
Michael H. Lester
and Joy McCall
wintering…
the birch and maple
have given up their leaves
while I remain cocooned
in memories
Reid Hepworth
Our Nominations for
the Red Moon Anthology of
English-Language Haiku 2023
January:
improv
class
a student makes up an excuse
for being late
Andrew
Markowski
February:
mating
hedgehogs
we tell our little kids
they love each other
Keith Evetts
March:
frayed
jersey —
those
knitting classes
i never took
Rupa
Anand
April:
slow
hop
outpacing
the snail
Jenn Ryan-Jauregui
May:
earth
day…
dandelions decorate
the lawn
Nancy Brady
June:
hailstorm
alley-drinkers
take refuge
in a dumpster
John J. Dunphy
July:
washing line
a tiny spider snug
in the spring
of a clothespin
Ingrid Baluchi
August:
half-empty cinema –
a moth flutters in and out
of the projector beam
Roman Lyakhovetsky
September:
After midnight
the spider and I don't want
a
cricket in the room
Dejan Ivanovic
October:
buzz
cut
we get it before
chemo does
John Pappas
November:
warrr
Adrian
Bouter
December:
in no particular
order falling leaves
Alvin
B. Cruz
straight
no sugar she swallows a bitter truth
Peter Jastermsky
*
letting
my heart dry in the sun small comfort
Peter Jastermsky