the pungent scent
of ground ink—
Minnesota lake
—Dennis Owen Frohlich
tapping maple trees
my novel-writing secret
revealed
—Dennis Owen Frohlich
Thursday, February 13, 2025
Keith Evetts
their protestations
go with them
migrating geese
—Keith Evetts
in the middle
of the long cold night
we cuddle
—Keith Evetts
Banasmita Das
fog drapes
winter chill
the heart’s quiet ache
a warm, lost blanket
distant summer
—Banasmita Das
Vladislav Hristov (from 2024)
spring fly
my sick dog
comes to life
—Vladislav Hristov
rice field
the way she walks
through the silence
—Vladislav Hristov
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 (from 2024)
—Belinda Behne
Editor's Note: This haiga is from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
Belinda Behne (from 2024)
afternoon tea
her shadow
arrives first
—Belinda Behne
the stars call my name
reminding me to look up
into forever
—Belinda Behne
Editor's Note: These are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
Bryan Rickert (from 2024)
slowly
going over the falls
sunrise
—Bryan Rickert
always
like she’s on the catwalk
my cat
—Bryan Rickert
waking up
to fresh snow
today
feels like a good day
to begin again
—Bryan Rickert
Editor's Note: These are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
Monday, February 10, 2025
Jay Friedenberg
USB port
always slotting it
the wrong way
—Jay Friedenberg
Rorschach clouds
the disapproving glare
of dad's face
—Jay Friedenberg
Steliana Cristina Voicu
after the rain…
a bellflower greeting
the moon
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
peonies in bloom
the one near the yard
no one knows about
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
Robert Witmer
churchyard
an ancient yew
bent with snow
—Robert Witmer
a marked page
in a library book
dating app
—Robert Witmer
Sunday, February 9, 2025
Alvin B. Cruz
table for two
the melting candle
between us
—Alvin B. Cruz
cherry blossoms
in late spring
the tree i planted
though i will not sit
in its shade
—Alvin B. Cruz
another home
in ruins
winter deepens
—Alvin B. Cruz
the letter
that never reached you
wisteria blossoms
—Alvin B. Cruz
Steve Black (from 2024)
back in town
going by a different name
too late to run
too late to be forgiven
hurricane season
—Steve Black
painkiller
she washes the day
from my back
anoints oil to the scars
that never go away
—Steve Black
the back door
into the night
i left open
i thought
she would close
—Steve Black
Editor's Note: These are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
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