By Adrian Bouter

year's end...

the beat-up twelve string

in the corner

Adrian Bouter

By Chris Collins

firecracker reds

provide tasty nectar for

thirsty hummingbirds

Chris Collins

Are We There Yet?

Could 2024 be the year? The Asahi Haikuist Network is requesting haiku for the new Anthropocene epoch. 

Send to David McMurray, mcmurray@fka.att.ne.jp.

By Michael H. Lester

 Vultures

Michael H. Lester

By Lakshman Bulusu

early morning dew

a suspension bridge

held leaf to leaf

Lakshman Bulusu

By Yasir Farooq

birds

in the thick branches —

x

Yasir Farooq

By Helen Ogden

AI-ku

the chatbot

asks about wabi sabi

Helen Ogden

By Anthony Lusardi

nor’easter

under dead leaves and bark

a frog sleeps

Anthony Lusardi

By Nicole Pottier

crumpled leaves –

in the cold morning

tea perfume

Nicole Pottier

By Radhika De Silva

winter wind

carries sighs

of war victims

Radhika De Silva

By Jharna Sanyal

copper clouds

soaking up the spill

sunset


Jharna Sanyal

 

 

timber wood

curling up in smoke

legends of forests

Jharna Sanyal

 

By J. D. Nelson

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

By Oscar Luparia

autumn wind:

that pushes the clouds,

that shuffles the leaves


Oscar Luparia

By Brad Bennett

leaning

into darkness

a give-and-take moon

Brad Bennett

By Mike Fainzilber

an egret’s call

her lost son’s name

above the silent trees

Mike Fainzilber

By Mark Forrester

one bird’s egg

in another’s nest

false spring

Mark Forrester

*

within my dream

another dream

dragonflies

Mark Forrester

By Mark Gilbert

rhyming trees with peace

snipping frosted tips

of rosemary and thyme

Mark Gilbert

*

 

December solstice—

watching the snowscene settle

on the mantelpiece

Mark Gilbert

By Sébastien Revon

ebbing tide —

children play with the child

I was

Sébastien Revon

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

first morning

of honeymoon —

we share

this autumn road

to ourselves

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

winter

fireplace

waiting for a light


Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Chen-ou Liu

moonlit river ...

this incessant flow

of thoughts

Chen-ou Liu

By Tony Williams

telling the tomcat

he’s pretty

because he is

Tony Williams

By Shane Coppage

middle age

a shadow appears

between the elms

Shane Coppage

By Ellen Kom

November dusk

turning the clocks back

antidepressant sales rise

Ellen Kom

By Nicola Schaum

Little bee

On my bonnet

Along for the ride

Nicola Schaum

By Chittaluri Satyanarayana

hills —

my rising

debts

Chittaluri Satyanarayana

By Susan Burch

putting a crown

on my memoji —

long live the queen

Susan Burch

By Stephanie Zepherelli

dog-eared pages

lessons i’ve learned

gathering dust

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Tuyet Van Do

work party

a colleague arrives

wearing an elf costume


Tuyet Van Do

By Noah Berlatsky

Richard Wright’s asleep.

In his eyes the cold rain drips.

Five, seven, and five.

Noah Berlatsky

By Michael H. Lester

 

 Doll House with Hummingbird Family

Michael H. Lester

 

 

 

 

                          Old Monk Eating Rice

                             Michael H. Lester

By Arvinder Kaur

a peace lily

where the warrior lies

silent moon

Arvinder Kaur

By Linda L Ludwig

echoes

barely there

passing fog

Linda L Ludwig

By Anne Curran

morning fog —

our conversation

almost as dense

Anne Curran

By Nancy Brady

ski vacation...

hands cupped around mugs

of hot chocolate

Nancy Brady

*

 

moonlit night

a catamaran glides over

stars

Nancy Brady

By Pitt Büerken

happiness

feeling the rain

on my skin

Pitt Büerken

By Eavonka Ettinger

dirty car

muddy leaf prints

after the rain

Eavonka Ettinger

By Bonnie J Scherer

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

By Debra Murphy

Milky Way

on the sandy beach

a spiral shell

Debra Murphy

By Douglas J. Lanzo

taking a deep sip

of undersea sunlight

mermaid wineglass

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Wanda Amos

trashing

the backyard—we move

to the moon


Wanda Amos

By Sharon Ferrante

sitting in my fairytale the rocking chair

Sharon Ferrante

 

 *

 

 Jupiter rising

you made me

care about you

Sharon Ferrante

By Paula Sears

warming by the fire

on a winter night

brass cricket

Paula Sears

By Maya Daneva

all-night vigil

I fold and unfold

my handkerchief

Maya Daneva

By Kelly Sargent

afternoon tea

in Ukraine

she has two lumps


Kelly Sargent

By Mona Bedi

home town visit

the memory of a friend

in every lane

Mona Bedi

By Mircea Moldovan

in me

an old man was born

snowdrifts

Mircea Moldovan

By Kara Knickerbocker

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

By Krzysztof Kokot

parting –

can no longer be repaired

my old shoes

Krzysztof Kokot

By Monica Kakkar

cursive in slo-mo . . .

in time for henna party

yellow is falling

Monica Kakkar

By Janet Krauss

A child's laughter

rings above trees

locked in winter solstice

to remind them

of their awakening

Janet Krauss

By Jennifer Gurney

I hear your voice

each morning

in the birdsong

Jennifer Gurney

By JL Huffman

tom turkey

courts a field of hens

fantail display

JL Huffman

By John J. Dunphy

asleep on Route 66

my cats naps on

an old road map

John J. Dunphy

By Janet Ruth Heller

coyote prowls

the golf course—

what’s his handicap

Janet Ruth Heller

*

 

foot of snow

on bird bath—

muffin top

Janet Ruth Heller

By Jay Friedenberg

the leaf blower man

between blasts —

puffing his cigarette

Jay Friedenberg

By Jenny Mattern

tethered by

starlight chains—

moon pendant

Jenny Mattern

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

my friend’s cabin

a short dash to the creek

for a skinny-dip

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Jovana Dragojlovic

sleeping mountain

only the silence

whispers softly

Jovana Dragojlovic

By Jon Wesick

Oh, woman on bike

The future of humanity

Rides on your hips

Jon Wesick

By Jahnavi Gogoi

Childhood—

father’s shoulders

my royal seat

Jahnavi Gogoi

By Robert Witmer

eyes

in all directions

the lost potato

Robert Witmer

*

hunger

a stone ripens

in a tight fist

Robert Witmer

By Robert Epstein

no mention

of hope or destiny

sea spray

Robert Epstein

By Ram Chandran

rice porridge—

grandma poured

a folk song into the pot

Ram Chandran

By Ron Nhim

worn out

struggles etched deep in wrinkles

refuse to fade


Ron Nhim

By Ravi Kiran

windblown hair

campfire lights up

half her face

Ravi Kiran

*

flooded street

the paper boat

faster than me

Ravi Kiran

By Bryan Rickert

starting again

at fifty

I scrape

every last bit

of peanut butter

from the jar

Bryan Rickert

By Michael H. Lester and Joy McCall

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

By Reid Hepworth

wintering…

the birch and maple

have given up their leaves

while I remain cocooned

in memories

Reid Hepworth

Nominations for the Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku 2023

 

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

By Alvin B. Cruz

in no particular order falling leaves

Alvin B. Cruz

By Barrie Levine

the cat’s dish full of snow drifting moon

Barrie Levine

By James Penha

my chatbot prays to a deus ex machina

James Penha

By John Pappas

atlas every road the wrong way home

John Pappas

By Peter Jastermsky

straight no sugar she swallows a bitter truth

Peter Jastermsky

*

 

letting my heart dry in the sun small comfort

Peter Jastermsky

By Michelle V. Alkerton

mother tongue softening hard truths

Michelle V. Alkerton

By Michael H. Lester

 

                              

   Green Witches

   Michael H. Lester 

Goblin Band in a Dollhouse

 Michael H. Lester  

Michael is the author of The Squeeping Catterwhip (available at amazon ( https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09NRF3832/ )  

By Refika Dedić

two bees

full of innocent looks

glass of wine

Refika Dedić

By Ed Ahern

First leaf barely brown

Waif on a still growing lawn

Prophet of the chill.

Ed Ahern

By Lakshman Bulusu

fall colors paint

the evening sky

a patio for Heaven

Lakshman Bulusu

By Richard Bailly

fresh air

changed person

new lungs

Richard Bailly

By Adrian Bouter

warrr

Adrian Bouter

By David He

the rustles

of bamboo

under the moon

I listen

to an owl's hoots

David He

*

full moon

for harvesting...

a squirrel

pulls a pine cone

into her nest

David He

By John J. Dunphy

solar eclipse

a hermit crab

leaves its shell

John J. Dunphy

By David Ngo

clear signal—

the bird flees

while another nears

David Ngo

By Hassane Zemmouri

boiled potatoes

my nephew's begging

to turn the food mill
 

Hassane Zemmouri

By Andrew Terrell

approaching storm

hurrying across the yard

three magpies

Andrew Terrell

By Oscar Luparia

server offline . . .

I get a chance to notice

the moon at my window

Oscar Luparia

By Anthony Lusardi

a sudden gale

pushing me away

from the path i chose

Anthony Lusardi