Originally posted on Heed not Steve: hot summer night – he waits for a verse to write itself —- © Steve Mitchell 2020

Originally posted on Nicole Hague-Andrews: https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2020/07/img_20200716_100230.jpg persistent cloud life all around me behind glass

Originally posted on petrujviljoen: there was a moment when the light, the moon, touched the tip of the crystal spaced (placed) on the windowsill. below, those asleep, exhausted from hunger, wil not have noticed but for perchance in a dream. it bore witness. to those asleep. to them whose hands were deliberately (cruelly) folded when…

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: This haibun tells the true story of my very beginnings in post-war Lancashire… The Prayer Book My middle bookshelf groans under the weight though the tiny diesel engine, boxed starting pistol, and boxed prayer book piled at the end add little to it. The diesel engine and starting…

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 泳ぐなりかつては鰭の手足もて　　　矢島渚男 oyogu nari katsutewa hire no teashi mote             I swim             with arms and legs             that used to be fins                                                 Nagisao Yajima from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, December 2016 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo

Originally posted on Cat Nap Revue: mourning doves callingor my elderly auntieblowing her whistle