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  • Haiku Dialogue: ambiguity

    Originally posted on Martha Magenta: ? curved river a mother of many children ? Haiku Dialogue: ambiguity ? Trouthswirl, The Haiku Foundation Blog, 4 September 2019 https://www.thehaikufoundation.org/2019/09/04/haiku-dialogue-poets-choice-ambiguity/?fbclid=IwAR3gDjH2U7bYnWizUTi8Q_5gv8jB8psYF6eD-m-S8Guup7BTO16D8SiOB6o

  • Today’s Haiku (September 12, 2019)

    Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 秋の夜のカクテルの名もマンハッタン  西村和子 aki no yo no kakuteru no na mo manhattan             autumn night             a name of the cocktail is             Manhattan, too                                                 Kazuko Nishimura from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, Decenber 2015 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo

  • Waking the Lion

    #Haiku Happenings #4: Al Gallia’s latest #haibun! Searching for Serendipity Waking the Lion ‘9/11”. What American over the age of twenty-something doesn’t remember this horrific day from some personal perspective? This question is on my mind this morning as I watch our Presidents memorial address at the Pentagon. Through time’s haze, I recall the radio…

  • My Daily #Haiku (9/12/19)

    9/12/19: orchids rainfall waiting for orchids to bloom #haiku #micropoetry #poetry

  • cormorant

    Originally posted on Haiku Gravy: ripplesthe cormorantreappears

  • Mark M. Redfearn’s “on a wooden door…”

    #Haiku Happenings #2: Mark M. Redfearn’s latest #haiku on a wooden door   one red dragonfly, one blue—   summer turns to ash — Read on markmredfearn.wordpress.com/2019/09/12/6546/

  • Tanka

    Originally posted on Vento del giorno: Photo © David Quay ? evening quietness the white wash of waves a soothing sound in my heart a longing heavy of tenderness sera di quiete confortante il bianco sciabordio di onde nel cuore un desiderio pesa di tenerezza © A.M.

  • In Memoriam (9/11/19): an updated #haibun.

    I can almost forget. Almost, but never. The impact of the second plane. The plumes of black smoke. The bodies falling through the sunny sky. The rumble. The towers’ collapse. The enveloping white cloud filled with asbestos and powdery debris. Later, the candle memorials. The photograph collages of loved ones. The newscaster’s voice breaking up.…