Douglas J. Lanzo

curling into sunset

elephant trunk

tied to mother’s

—Douglas J. Lanzo

Tomislav Maretić

two years on ... on the menu nothing new —Tomislav Maretić

Up in Smoke, a haibun by Robert Witmer

 “For my days are consumed like smoke.”

 

A word collector. Every Sunday at dawn. He carries them away in a battered blue van. Just the man who collects them, not those who dispose. However they do. A furnace. A landfill. Each one a snowflake in a winter’s tale. The mystery of rhyme. Hymns like hoar-frost hanging on the trees. The breath of spirits dreams are made on. Puffs of smoke that rise like wisps of larks, whispering to the clouds, twisting to the stars. Blank verse.

 

abandoned school

chalk dust

the teacher’s words

Working..., a haibun by Antonio Mangiameli

I was called for a consultation in an intensive care unit, I visit the patient, prescribe tests and say I‘ll return tomorrow to re-evaluate. I'll come back if the patient is still here. 

    flower stand —

    all the lilies 

    sold 

Alvin B. Cruz

 grief the length of a summer rainbow

—Alvin B. Cruz

Sharon Ferrante

midnight crickets getting louder my weeping 

—Sharon Ferrante

Louise Hopewell

first light

mist curls through

wattle blossoms

—Louise Hopewell

Nicoletta Ignatti

the gossip

at her wedding –

 croaking crows

—Nicoletta Ignatti

Boryana Boteva

L for Love

the missing key 

of the typewriter 

—Boryana Boteva

Neena Singh

after our quarrel

the dog chooses 

     his side

—Neena Singh

John Hawkhead

ghost moon

over silent snow

the slow fall

—John Hawkhead

care home register

no one left to talk to

on the winter beach

—John Hawkhead

Stacy R. Nigliazzo

softly 

this conflagration

of wings

—Stacy R. Nigliazzo

Thomas Landgraf

gong!

Zojo-ji Temple

at twilight

—Thomas Landgraf

Duncan Richardson

outside the café

fake ice cream cone

taller than me

—Duncan Richardson

Wendy Cobourne

bomb rubble

a crack of sunlight

in a child’s eyes

—Wendy Cobourne

Rohan Buettel

tucked in tight

on a cool evening

hibiscus flower

—Rohan Buettel

Ravi Kiran

 the many dialects of silent treatment

—Ravi Kiran 

reunion

my long-term memory

is much better

—Ravi Kiran 

turbulence

the airhostess holds on

to her smile

—Ravi Kiran

late night census

some of the sheep

look familiar

—Ravi Kiran

Jerome Berglund

horns pointed 

toward the sky 

a morning fanfare

—Jerome Berglund

Anirudh Acharya

candlelit dinner—

needing a phone light 

to look at the menu 

—Anirudh Acharya

Jay Friedenberg

cloud gazing

a giraffe becomes

a line of elephants

—Jay Friedenberg

palimpset

a few traces

of his old self

—Jay Friedenberg