Eight Years Old empty swing laughter of their child still ringing Chicago Winters winter trees each robed with snowfall Japanese Garden moonlight koi fish swimming in dark water … Andrea Byrd is a Junior […]
Tag: haiku
Two Haikus
by Cat Kivett Smith Memory Records concurrent rainbow bleeds deep and then soaks around circular time layers The Dictionary dashed-up expression splashes neat over each side sentences knock dry … Artist: Ruthorn Rujianurak Cat […]
memories of you before you’re gone; dried petals on the windowsill crackling on the breeze tiny sparks of burning chaff glitter in your eyes light that ripples on loneliness in company by a purling brook […]
Two Haikus
by Tiffany Cahill Speak when on your own So that you don’t forget The strength in your voice. If I don’t blink I can’t see the shadows Living in the dark. … Artist: Nhodjin […]
Absolution
by Mukund Gnanadesikan Cloud enshrouded lake Hears silent cries of mourning Waterfall forgives … Artist: Lorraine Glessner Mukund Gnanadesikan’s work can be seen in Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Ibis The Bangalore Review, Bloodroot Literary […]
Train Ride To Kaltungo
by Efe Ogufere A creation story in Eden we shared midmorning conversations with a butterfly 7 Wildfire from within the flames voices in my mother tongue urging me to jump & The Origin of Butterflies […]
Two Haikus
by Rachel T. Smith The song is sweet love until it makes you cry, then it’s called nostalgia. Here I can almost see the secrets inside of all the universe. … Artist: […]
Haiku by Hadi Panahi
Soldiers on the way, picking raspberries towards the shooting field& Hadi Panahi is a PhD student of psychology, living in Tehran, Iran. He writes poetry, in particular short poems. His work has […]
How Long Do We Not Last
by E.R. Sutcliffe The mountain dwells not On fleeting issues of men Times continues on … Artist: Martins Malinovskis E. R. Sutcliffe is a freelance writer with a background in psychology, addiction and social […]
Haiku on Grief
by Grace Gilbert i. the mind is a room, &&&&&a child against the window listening for snow ii. drowned boy, still missing: &&&&&smooth stone in god’s deep pocket this wet, joyless thing iii. a sunken […]
