old man practicing
tai chi, exhaling years
of smoking
—Doug Sylver
Monday, October 6, 2025
Thursday, September 25, 2025
John Pappas
traffic stop
his daughter waves
at passing cars
—John Pappas
moving day
out by the bins
a piece of sky
—John Pappas
night train
waiting on the platform
my reflection
—John Pappas
Vaishnavi Ramaswamy
Diwali lights . . .
you and me
in our shadows
—Vaishnavi Ramaswamy
solitary moon—
the hum
of a singing bowl
—Vaishnavi Ramaswamy
a round-bellied calico—
the birth and death
of generations
a mother sees
in her lifetime
—Vaishnavi Ramaswamy
Adrian Bouter
no choice
but to ponder...
falling leaves
—Adrian Bouter
October
a rush of raincoats
to the station
—Adrian Bouter
Monday, September 22, 2025
Urszula Marciniak
cherry blossom petals unblemished on the puddle płatki wiśni pozostają czyste na kałuży —Urszula Marciniak field of barley that rough touch over and over pole jęczmienia tamten szorstki dotyk znowu i znowu —Urszula Marciniak war is over now it's her bringing him roses wojna skończona teraz to ona jemu przynosi róże —Urszula Marciniak English translations by Alexander Daly & Marta Daly.
Sunday, September 21, 2025
Bug Logs, a haibun by Colleen M. Farrelly
It’s a three-mile hike to the first entomology site; dawn peaks through the mangrove canopy. A swarm of drywood termites flanks a long-fallen log near the walkway. I jot a quick location note as a faint ocean breeze creaks the branches curving over our bridge like ibis beaks.
summer sunrise
a frog croaks
in the heat
Pitt Büerken
history lesson
one war ends
the next one starts
—Pitt Büerken
hard times
they plant potatoes
in the front yard
—Pitt Büerken
rain bow
sun above
rain below
—Pitt Büerken
Anthony Lusardi
spring rain
watching fishing videos
when we can’t fish
—Anthony Lusardi
springtime shadow
my niece imagines herself
a giant with long legs
—Anthony Lusardi
Mona Bedi
midnight moon
the lullabies I learn
from the wind
—Mona Bedi
naming the brightest star we give dad a home
—Mona Bedi
Harold Bowes
unable to sleep
he holds onto
his little finger
with all the fingers
of the other hand
—Harold Bowes
A memory, a haibun by Antonio Mangiameli
I open Facebook as I usually do every evening after dinner. This time, along with the ads related to my job and interests, I see one that surprises me for today. It reminds me of a gift I gave 10 years ago.
anniversary—
my wife’s silicone boobs
expire today
Thursday, September 18, 2025
Chen-ou Liu
in the mirror
more strands of gray hair
yet in my mind's eye
I catch a glimpse of me
at 20 with to-do lists
—Chen-ou Liu
box after box
of my immigrant life
in moonlit shadows
those I can't part with
those I can (but will I?)
—Chen-ou Liu
alone
in the shadow
of her man ...
another winter
together alone
—Chen-ou Liu
Bipasha Majumder (De)
cats and dogs
cats and dogs
seeking shelter
—Bipasha Majumder (De)
beachcombing who i am
—Bipasha Majumder (De)
Nicholas Klacsanzky
long walk . . .
the desert and I start
to smell the same
—Nicholas Klacsanzky
train tea . . .
a dream steeps
in snowshine
—Nicholas Klacsanzky
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