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