the pungent scent
of ground ink—
Minnesota lake
—Dennis Owen Frohlich
tapping maple trees
my novel-writing secret
revealed
—Dennis Owen Frohlich
the pungent scent
of ground ink—
Minnesota lake
—Dennis Owen Frohlich
tapping maple trees
my novel-writing secret
revealed
—Dennis Owen Frohlich
their protestations
go with them
migrating geese
—Keith Evetts
in the middle
of the long cold night
we cuddle
—Keith Evetts
fog drapes
winter chill
the heart’s quiet ache
a warm, lost blanket
distant summer
—Banasmita Das
spring fly
my sick dog
comes to life
—Vladislav Hristov
rice field
the way she walks
through the silence
quiet morning
a symphony of shoes
squeaking in the snow
—Vladislav Hristov
Editor's Note: This haiga is from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
—Belinda Behne
Editor's Note: This haiga is from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
Editor's Note: These are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.