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Category: EquinoxFest
haiku in black & white
by Angelee Deodhar Accessible version: pitch black scattered pear blossoms on the neon lit path ©2018 by Angelee Deodhar Angelee Deodhar is an eye surgeon, haiku poet, translator and editor of the Journeys trilogy of international haibun.
10-bloom gladioli…
10-bloom gladioli — I climb the step-stool for a vase ©2018 john martone john martone is an Independent Publisher of journals/small presses tel-let (1980’s-early 2000’s) and otata (2015-current) as well as the personal imprints dogwood & honeysuckle (through early 2000’s) and samuddo/ocean (current). Books… Continue Reading “10-bloom gladioli…”
fifty years later…
fifty years later typewriter still jams there ©2018 john martone john martone is an Independent Publisher of journals/small presses tel-let (1980’s-early 2000’s) and otata (2015-current) as well as the personal imprints dogwood & honeysuckle (through early 2000’s) and samuddo/ocean (current). Books include Ocean Vows,… Continue Reading “fifty years later…”
calligraphy
by Tom Sacramona Accessible version: calligraphy dusk falls— the human changes to a fox in the brush ©2018 by Tom Sacramona Tom Sacramona is a haiku poet who enjoys hiking near Alton Bay, New Hampshire.
her long skirt catches…
her long skirt catches on barbed wire whip-poor-will ©2018 john martone john martone is an Independent Publisher of journals/small presses tel-let (1980’s-early 2000’s) and otata (2015-current) as well as the personal imprints dogwood & honeysuckle (through early 2000’s) and samuddo/ocean (current). Books include Ocean… Continue Reading “her long skirt catches…”
from the stump…
from the stump of the old cherry tree another cherry tree ©2018 Ben Moeller-Gaa ~Previously appeared in Acorn: 32. Ben Moeller-Gaa is a Pushcart nominated haiku poet whose poems, reviews and essays have appeared in over 30 journals worldwide. He is the author of… Continue Reading “from the stump…”
wabi-sabi
Every day the sunrise and yet not sameness. We live textured lives: rough and smooth, natural, modest, and mysterious. One cannot kiss and think about the kiss at the same time, it will be lost. overcast – from the crack in the blinds a… Continue Reading “wabi-sabi”
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