Friday, October 2, 2026

Poetic Musings: Reveille Tanka by Tracy Davidson

reveille
the bugler’s last note lingers
in the silence
as far as eye can see
rows of white crosses

Third Place, 2025 Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest
 
Tracy Davidson
 
Commentary by judges: We can’t help but hear “reveille,” the familiar military bugle call for all soldiers and other personnel to start their regimented day. With the bugle’s lively sound, we would expect lots of activity after the morning call. But then in line two, the word “lingers” catches our attention. With the next line, “in the silence,” the poet wants us to stop and think—setting us up for metaphorical wordplay, “as far as eye can see.” The word “eye” has a double meaning, both as “I” the poet, and “eye,” as witness of the vividly solemn “rows of white crosses.” The endless rows found in national cemeteries remind us of the fallen. Do we see the irony? Is there no end to the rows of white crosses disappearing on the sightline? Is “reveille” a wake-up call for us, the people, to remember, all over the world, the lasting effects of war? There are numerous eye-opening meanings in the poet’s affecting tanka.

Thursday, October 1, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Ruby Slippers Haiku by Kristen Deming

English Original

alone now
no ruby slippers
to take me home

plum afternoon,  2017

Kristen Deming


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

現在孤單一人
沒有紅寶石拖鞋
帶我回家

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

现在孤单一人
没有红宝石拖鞋
带我回家


Bio Sketch

Kristen Deming was an accomplished haiku poet and lover of literature. Her haiku collection, Plum Afternoon was a finalist in the Haiku Society of America's Merit Book Award in 2017. As a past president of the Haiku Society of America and active member in the haiku community in Japan for many years, one of Kristen's enduring contributions to the haiku communities around the world was a weekly poetry column in the Japan Times called "Haiku Moments" that she co-wrote with a Japanese colleague for six years, helping to open the world of haiku to English speakers and to give glimpses of Japanese culture through the lens of haiku. 

Wednesday, September 30, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Used Books Haiku by George Swede

English Original

used bookstore
a sunset beam lights a row
of forgotten authors

Almost Unseen, 2000

George Swede


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

二手書店
夕陽的光芒照亮一排
被遺忘的作者

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

二手书店
夕阳的光芒照亮一排
被遗忘的作者


Bio Sketch

George Swede's most recent collections of haiku are Almost Unseen (Decatur, IL: Brooks Books, 2000), Joy In Me Still (Edmonton: Inkling Press, 2010) and micro haiku: three to nine syllables (Inspress, 2014). He is a former editor of Frogpond: Journal of the Haiku Society of America (2008-2012) and a former Honorary Curator of the American Haiku Archives (2008-2009).

Tuesday, September 29, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Flies and Carabao Tanka by Robert D. Wilson

English Original

they talk
behind my back
like flies
who think they are 
a carabao

Jack Fruit Moon, 2009

Robert D. Wilson


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

在我背後
他們議論紛紛
就像蒼蠅一樣
卻自以為是
一頭水牛

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

在我背后
他们议论纷纷
就像苍蝇一样
却自以为是
一头水牛


Bio Sketch

Robert D. Wilson is Co-Owner of Simply Haiku. 

Monday, September 28, 2026

A Room of My Own: All-Night Laundromat Gembun

Distant blue flashes ripple on wet asphalt—a low echo.

half-asleep, alone
yet not alone enough
all-night laundromat


Added:

On a cul-de-sac, a detached house with gardens in front and back.

pension, high-tech stocks ...
the first day of retirement
under a gray sky


FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my tanka below:

first day
after retirement
the brush
is dipped deeper
in Chinese ink

Tanka Honorable Mention, 2016 San Francisco International Competition for Haiku, Senryu, Tanka


Added:

my wife's tears ...
I peel the onion 
one layer at a time


Added:

The kitchen refrigerator hums a low drone.

slanted moonlight
on my wife's post-it note:
I need more space


Added:

eviction notice
a stack of poetry books
overdue


Added:

autumn garden
one sunflower leaning
against the fence

Sunday, September 27, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Cat Haiku by Millicent Bee

English Original

moonlight ...
more cat than a cat 
its shadow 

Presence, 84, 2026

Millicent Bee


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

月光 ...
比貓更像貓
它的影子

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

月光 ...
比猫更像猫
它的影子


Bio Sketch

Millicent Bee is a US-based poet, First Frost Award winner, and two-time Touchstone Award nominee. Her work appears in numerous haiku, senryu, and poetry journals. 

Saturday, September 26, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Dreams and Words Tanka by M. Kei

English Original

dreams
stuck to the pavement
like melted ice cream
       your words 
       a gathering of flies

M. Kei


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

夢想
黏在人行道上
像融化的冰淇淋
    你的話語
    招引一群蒼蠅

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

梦想
黏在人行道上
像融化的冰淇淋
    你的话语
    招引一群苍蝇


Bio Sketch

M. Kei is a tall ship sailor and award-winning poet who lives on Maryland’s Eastern shore. He is the editor of Atlas Poetica: A Journal of World Tanka. His most recent collection of poetry is January, A Tanka Diary. He is also the author of the award-winning gay Age of Sail adventure novels, Pirates of the Narrow Seas. He can be followed on Twitter @kujakupoet, or visit AtlasPoetica.org.

Friday, September 25, 2026

Reading More and Writing Better: Bookmarks Haiku by Julie Warther Schwerin

his and her
       bookmarks
leapfrogging
        through Bly

Frogpond,  44:3, Autumn 2021

Julie Warther Schwerin 


FYI: The haiku's hinge is "leapfrogging" in L3. On the surface, the word simply describes the alternating movement of two bookmarks as one reader gets ahead, then the other. The verb is vivid, playful, and kinetic, introducing motion into an otherwise static domestic tableau.

Only with L4—"through Bly"—does the haiku execute its own leap. For readers familiar with Robert Bly's conception of "leaping poetry," the final line retrospectively transforms the meaning of "leapfrogging."

The verb now operates on two levels. Literally, the two bookmarks overtake one another as two readers make their way through Bly's work. Metaphorically, "leapfrogging" evokes Bly's own poetics: the intuitive, associative leaps by which disparate images and states of consciousness are unexpectedly, yet convincingly, connected.

The placement of the key word is essential. Because "leapfrogging" precedes "through Bly," the reader first experiences it as a concrete description of physical movement. Only when Bly's name appears does the verb acquire its second semantic field. The result is not an overt pun but a delayed realization. Significantly, the poem is itself leaping: the reader's understanding moves suddenly from the literal image of alternating bookmarks to a metapoetic awareness of Bly's aesthetics. The semantic leap occurs at precisely the moment Bly's name appears, allowing the reader to experience the very kind of intuitive associative movement that Bly regarded as the essence of poetry.

This delayed recognition is central to the haiku's success. By withholding Bly's name until the final line, the poem allows the ordinary image to establish itself before revealing its metapoetic dimension. The allusion is therefore performative rather than merely referential: the haiku does not simply point to Bly's poetics—it enacts them.

Equally important, the allusion remains non-essential. Readers unfamiliar with Bly still encounter an engaging image of two people sharing an author's work, their reading progress alternating in a quiet rhythm. Those who recognize the reference receive an additional layer of meaning, as the central verb itself becomes an homage to Bly's aesthetics. Such layered accessibility is a hallmark of successful allusive haiku: the reference enriches the poem without becoming necessary for its appreciation.

The visual layout further reinforces this reading. The alternating indentation of L2 and L4 subtly suggests the leapfrogging motion of the bookmarks themselves. Typography, syntax, and semantics converge as the eye moves back and forth across the page, echoing both the alternating positions of the bookmarks and the intuitive leaps characteristic of Bly's poetic imagination.

Perhaps the haiku's most elegant achievement is that it embodies rather than merely references Bly's poetics. The final line does not explain the allusion; it prompts the reader to experience it. Meaning arrives by sudden association rather than linear exposition. The poem's structure, semantics, and typography all participate in this movement, transforming an ordinary domestic detail into a meditation on shared reading, companionship, and the nature of poetic movement itself.

Thursday, September 24, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Childhood Tanka by Marion Alice Poirier

English Original

home again
I walk childhood streets
in morning fog. . .
where cobblestones end
a river flows to the sea

Marion Alice Poirier


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

再次回家
在瀰漫的晨霧中
我漫步在兒時的街道
鵝卵石路的盡頭
一條河流奔向大海
    
Chinese Translation (Simplified)

再次回家
在弥漫的晨雾中
我漫步在儿时的街道
鹅卵石路的尽头
一条河流奔向大海


Bio Sketch

Marion Alice Poirier is a lifetime resident of Boston, MA. She began writing haiku in 2001 and eventually began to teach haiku in workshops on Poetry Circle and Emerging Poets. She also write short poetry and have been published in on-line haiku and short poetry journals like Tinywords, Hedgerow and The Heron's Nest.

Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Hot News: New Milestones, 7 M Pageviews & Adding 1 M Pageviews in 15 Days; Call for Submissions

My Dear Friends:

NeverEnding Story reached new milestones late last night: 7 M pageviews—adding 1 million pageviews in 15 days (FYI: On September 7, 2026, it reached 6 M pageviews).


I’m grateful to everyone who has shared this poetry journey. NeverEnding Story now seeks haiku and tanka submissions. The accepted haiku and tanka will be translated into Chinese and posted on NeverEnding Story and X. And you are welcome to follow me on X at @ericcoliu (5 following; 5,295 followers).


on the windowsill
two canaries singing
to each other
I tweet and retweet
NeverEnding Story  😋


A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
—Thomas Mann


At 6 a.m., a film of cold grease has formed over my untouched coffee.

I add three words
revise them then kill the line ...
paper-white dawn


And a gentle reminder:

Every time a poem is written, every time a short story is written, it is written not by cunning, but by belief. The beauty, the something, the little charm of the thing to be, is more felt than known.
-- Robert Frost

The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it.
—Dylan Thomas

A poem after a poem after a poem is POWER!
—paraphrasing Margaret Atwood


Look forward to reading your poetry

Happy Writing

Chen-ou

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

A Room of My Own: Kraa-Kraa-Kraa Senryu

Realm of Contagious Stupidity, IV
For Dietrich Bonhoeffer (1906–1945)
neo-orthodox theologian and anti-Nazi dissident
who wrote in Letters and Papers from Prison: “Against stupidity we are defenseless.”

ravens' kraa-kraa-kraa
as one stray outbarks the rest:
Trump TV on


FYI: Bonhoeffer's remark isn't simply saying that people are unintelligent; he distinguishes the phenomenon from an intellectual defect and describes a condition in which people surrender independent judgment and become impervious to contrary facts. 

The Guardian, September 21, 2026: US TV networks suspend White House pool coverage over Trump media ban

White House promoted its own ‘Trump TV’ feed online after ABC, CBS, Fox News and NBC decline to participate

And it could be read as a prequel to my haibun below:

Trump Empire, Inc.: C
a senryu-inflected, visual haibun

Dayandnightmare

A red brick wall fills my field of vision; its perimeters are out of sight.

MAGAMAGA
echoingback
MAGAMAGA



Added:

half-awake
and alone again ...
no sound
in this mindstorm, yet
my thoughts darken


Added:

twilit underpass :
between spray-painted hearts
blood dripping


Added:

lakefront trail
my shadow strolls through 
clouds and trees

Monday, September 21, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Fog Tanka by Susan Constable

English Original

the forest
the stars, the moon
all lost in fog ...
how will he find his way
from this life to the next


Susan Constable


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

森林
星辰, 月亮
都隱沒在大霧中 ...
他將如何找到出路:
從今生到來世

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

森林
星辰, 月亮
都隐没在大雾中 ...
他将如何找到出路:
从今生到来世


Bio Sketch

Susan Constable (1943–2026) was an award-winning Canadian poet whose haiku and tanka appeared widely in global journals. She authored the acclaimed collection The Eternity of Waves and served as tanka editor for A Hundred Gourds (2012–2016). Constable also co-edited multiple anthologies and judged numerous international short-form poetry contests. 

Sunday, September 20, 2026

Poetic Musings: Seashell Haiku by Chen-ou Liu



Commentary by The Solitary Daisy Columnist, Sean B. Wright.

This is a resonant, memory-laden haiku that uses a familiar sensory gesture to evoke distance, identity, and longing. The opening line, “years in exile,” establishes a wide temporal and emotional horizon, suggesting separation from homeland, endurance over time, and a life shaped by displacement. It is a heavy and somewhat abstract beginning, but it clearly sets the stakes and frames how the reader approaches the image that follows.

The phrase “a Pacific seashell” grounds the poem in something tangible while also expanding its scope. The specificity of “Pacific” is important—it evokes not just a place, but an entire ocean, compressing vast geography into a small, handheld object. The shell becomes more than an object; it carries with it the weight of memory, origin, and possibly the speaker’s lost or distant home.

The final line, “held to my ear,” completes the image with a simple, familiar gesture. This act of listening to a seashell is almost universal, often associated with childhood curiosity, but here it takes on a more poignant dimension. It becomes an attempt to recover something distant, to hear again what has been left behind. The sensory immediacy of this action contrasts effectively with the abstraction of exile in the opening line.

What gives the haiku its strength is the juxtaposition between the abstract condition of exile and the concrete, intimate act of holding the shell to the ear. The seashell functions as a bridge between past and present, between homeland and current place, and between memory and physical sensation. The implied “sound” of the ocean—whether real or imagined—becomes a stand-in for what has been lost, or at least what cannot be directly accessed.

The tone throughout is reflective and gently elegiac. There is a quiet ache present, but it is restrained; the poem does not state its emotion outright, instead allowing it to resonate through the image. Sonically, the poem is unobtrusive, the sibilant s sounds in Pacific and seashells echo the sea’s quieter movements.

Overall, this is a thoughtful and evocative haiku in which a simple, tactile action carries deep emotional resonance. The seashell becomes a conduit for memory and belonging, compressing vast distance into a quiet, intimate moment. While the opening leans toward abstraction, the image that follows sustains and deepens the poem effectively.


FYI: My haiku below could be read as its prequel and sequel, respectively:

I stare
past the moonlit ocean . . .
tenth year in exile

Second Place, 35th Capstone International Center Sakura Haiku Contest, 2021

And

gray-haired exile
the waves ebb and flow
in a conch shell 

Saturday, September 19, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Autumn Wind Tanka by Thelma Mariano

English Original

treetops sway                                    
in a sudden autumn wind
too fierce to last
so, too, I bend tonight
to the passion in your eyes

Thelma Mariano

 
Chinese Translation (Traditional)

在突如其來的秋風中
樹梢搖曳太過猛烈
無法持久
所以, 今晚我也屈服於
你眼中的激情

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

在突如其来的秋风中
树梢摇曳太过猛烈
无法持久
所以, 今晚我也屈服于
你眼中的激情


Bio Sketch

Thelma Mariano is the author of Night Sky: a Selection of Tanka Poetry. She lives in Montreal and has published her tanka in literary journals as well as in various anthologies including Fire Pearls and Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka.

Friday, September 18, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Solitude Haiku by Natalia Kuznetsova

English Original

solitude ...
a nightingale's solo
out of darkness 

Enchanted Garden, 16, 2026

Natalia Kuznetsova


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

獨處 ...
來自黑暗
夜鶯的獨唱

Chinese Translation (Simplified) 

独处 ...
来自黑暗
夜莺的独唱


Bio Sketch

Living in Moscow, Russia, Natalia Kuznetsova is a teacher of English and freelance interpreter. Before discovering the haiku world, she wrote poetry in Russian. She started writing tanka and mostly haiku in English in 2007, and participated in numerous competitions worldwide and won some awards. She contributes regularly to World Haiku Review, Asahi Haikuist Network, Daily Haiku, Poetry Pea and other traditional and on-line publications. She was included on the list of "European Top 100 Most Creative Haiku Authors" from 2010 to 2023.