Originally posted on This Lust My Ceaseless Koan: so we’ve come this far brown hydrangea blossoms chill before spring

Originally posted on Project words: https://wp.me/p53X2r-a0 Delighted to be part of this new Hedgerow publication!

Originally posted on qbit: To understand the curl that distance makes with homesick fingers, To itch beyond calamine, cursed out of your name, By the flat of a shovel struck into dirt. Arthritic with weeds that rash from your mouth, Your voice staccato, tattoo of mothers and thistles Can’t brand deep enough; you start and…

Awakening Joy BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 8TH MARCH 2018 Haibun As I pour out pills to sort into daily containers. As his fingers dig into my armpit, and my laughter ensues. As I get ready for bed with a stuffy head. The raw desire for life, for joy, pours out. rattling fan so quiet…

Photo: makou0629/Creative Commons/Flickr British poet Martha Magenta gives voice to the reprehensibility of sexual harassment, the after-effects of a mastectomy, and fleeting fertility in three beautiful haiku. the depth of pollution #metoo What prompts one to think it acceptable to make implicit or explicit sexual demands of someone else? The impulse may or may not…

Originally posted on haiku tree: movie night your fingers find mine and hold on tight ?

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 雛しまふ和紙それぞれに肩の形　　新藤生糸 hina shimau washi sorezore ni kata no nari tucking away hina dolls rice papers in different shapes of their shoulders                                                 Kiito Shindo from “Shûkan Haiku” (“Haiku Weekly”) #508 1/15/17 Issue, http://weekly-haiku.blogspot.com