Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 椿東風疵の深きこと愁ふ　　原　和子 tsubaki-gochi kizu no fukaki koto ureu ??????????? east wind of the camellia season             I worry depth ??????????? of the wound ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Kazuko Hara from Haidan, (Haiku Stage) a monthly haiku magazine, March 2016 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo Fay’s Note:? “tsubaki-gochi” (the wind from…

Originally posted on Stella Pierides: Sixty years ago, she swallowed her grandmother’s most valuable possession: a ring, the only object to have survived the forced expulsion from their ancestral lands. The very ring that her grandmother, every night before bed, kissed and raised to the sky as if God needed the daily reminder that he…

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: senryu city street the briefest touch of a stranger’s hand by Vanessa Proctor (Australia) Presence, #16, January 2002

Originally posted on Heed not Steve: oh this climateI could use a shot, no –make it a double —— © Steve Mitchell 2022 

Originally posted on lillian the home poet: During the season of cherry blossoms, after more than fifty years of being separated by more than six-thousand miles, we met again. This gentle man, Kenji, who I knew only for one year, all those years ago. So many changes in the world since last we’d seen each…