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 ReviewAsahi Haikuist NetworkDaily HaikuPoetry 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.

Thursday, September 17, 2026

Special Feature: Selected Poems for Reflections on Israeli "Gaza Genocide Documentary, NAZA"

(FYI: Haaretz, September 17, 2026: Netanyahu Vows to Revoke Israeli Citizenship Over Alleged IDF 'Defamation' in Response to 'NAZA' Film

Netanyahu said that he would also work to increase twentyfold the amount of damages people can sue for defamation against IDF soldiers: 'We will hit them both in the pocket and in citizenship, because they have no place among us'

And

Democracy Now, September 16, 2026: “The Elimination Project”: Israel’s Systematic Dismantling of Palestinian Life in West Bank: B’Tselem" (Israeli human rights group)

A major new report by the Israeli human rights group B’Tselem titled “The Elimination Project” accuses Israel of “dramatically intensifying its attacks on every aspect of Palestinian life in the West Bank.”

B’Tselem Executive Director ,Yuli Novak: Israel is dismantling the basic conditions needed for collective Palestinian existence in the West Bank. Our new report “The Elimination Project” shows how this mechanism works and how over the past three years, it has become more lethal, violent and explicit. Come with us to the West Bank to see for yourself. The Elimination Project in the West Bank operates through five domains of action that work together and reinforce each other: killing, violence, intimidation, movement restrictions, economic strangulation, social and political destruction, ethnic cleansing and territorial takeover. These are all parts of a system with one aim: to ensure Jewish supremacy and eliminate the Palestinian collective.
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Last week in Venice, an Israeli documentary titled NAZA—a Hebrew acronym for the military term, "collateral damage"—concluded its premiere to a staggering, record-breaking 25-minute standing ovation, ultimately securing the Special Jury Prize at the 83rd Venice International Film Festival. By weaving together testimonies from anonymous IDF soldiers and intelligence officers, directors Yuval Abraham and Rachel Szor laid bare "the SYSTEMS behind Israel's calculated mass killing of Palestinian civilians in Gaza."

The truth proved dangerous. Within days, Culture Minister Miki Zohar accused the filmmakers of treason and threatened to strip them of their citizenship, while opposition leader Avigdor Lieberman labeled them "enemies of Israel." Yet, even as official threats mount, a fractures of dissent have appeared: fourteen Israeli international law scholars have called for an independent war crimes investigation, and over a thousand local filmmakers have signed a petition warning that the vitriol against Abraham and Szor is fast approaching physical danger.

This collision between state narrative and systemic exposure brings us back to the words of US Senator Hiram Johnson in 1918: “The first casualty, when war comes, is truth.

For too long, these realities have been ignored or enabled by Western powers, particularly the US. As a quiet resistance to that silence, I offer the latest two entries—one haiku and one tanka—from my writing project, Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words.


CCCVIII: "smoky clouds"

where tents were
a tornado-twist
of smoky clouds


And CCCIX: "attack drone"

in smoky twilight
a mule-drawn flatboard wagon 
with wounded Gazans ...
an attack drone flying past
silences everything below


To conclude today's "Special Feature" post, I would like to share with you the following penetrating remarks on "SILENCE"  by Martin Luther King Jr., who noted that "remaining quiet in the face of injustice makes people complicit in the harm."


There comes a time when silence is betrayal.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

And

We will have to repent in this generation, not only for the evil words and deeds of the bad people, but for the appalling silence of the good people.

Wednesday, September 16, 2026

A Room of My Own: Crimson Sunset Glow Haiku

hospice garden
crimson sunset glow
across her face


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

hospice garden
the wishing fountain fills
with fallen leaves



Added:

echo of footsteps
in the psych ward hallway
EXIT blinking


Added:

hushed silence
before and after
a midnight scream


Added:

war cemetery
in slanted moonlight
new row of graves


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

war cemetery 
birthday on this tombstone
uncarved

Tuesday, September 15, 2026

To the Lighthouse: Haiku and the Void (Śūnyatā)

In Zen-inspired haiku, the Void (Śūnyatā) can be approached not as emptiness in the sense of nothingness, but as the absence of fixed boundaries between things. The moment is allowed to appear without being possessed or explained. There is no need for a separate observer standing outside the experience; the poet, the perception, and what is perceived can become one.

This is one reason haiku can be so well suited to exploring Śūnyatā. By saying less, the poem creates an open space in which the reader can enter the moment directly. What is left unsaid becomes as important as what is spoken.


Consider this haiku:

sunset, moonrise—
held
in a heartbeat

Here, the who or what doing the holding is intentionally left open. There is no “I” watching the sky, and therefore no explicit separation between observer and observed. Rather than telling a story about someone witnessing sunset and moonrise, the haiku simply presents the moment.

At first, sunset and moonrise appear to be separate events unfolding along a timeline. Yet the phrase in a heartbeat collapses that distance. Within a single pulse of awareness, the transition from one to the other can be experienced not as two events but as one unified "moment of suchness"—things appearing exactly as they are, before the mind divides and labels them.

The missing “I” is significant, but the haiku is not without a living presence. The "heartbeat" suggests one. Yet it need not belong exclusively to the narrator. It can be "felt as a meeting point between the intimate and the immense': the small rhythm of a human life mirroring the vast rhythms of the cosmos.

The celestial and the bodily become reflections of one another. Sunset, moonrise, and heartbeat are no longer entirely separate things. Each participates in the same unfolding reality.

And because there is no “I” to own the experience, the reader is free to enter it. The poem does not tell us what someone saw; it provides the empty space in which we can see for ourselves. We bring our own awareness to the moment and, perhaps, feel the pulse within it.

In this sense, what is “held” is the Void—not an empty nothingness, but an open, pregnant silence in which distinctions temporarily fall away and everything is allowed to arise.

The haiku does not describe Śūnyatā. It leaves room for us to experience it.


Another example,

moon in water—
the ripples
where it was

L1 presents an apparently simple image: moon in water. Yet what is actually present is not the moon itself, but its reflection—a phenomenon dependent upon the moon, the water, the light, the distance between them, and the conditions of perception.

When the ripples appear in L2, the reflection disappears in L3:

the ripples
where it was

Yet nothing substantial has been destroyed. The moon remains in the sky; the water remains; the ripples arise and pass. What disappears is an appearance that never possessed an independent existence of its own. Its presence was always contingent upon particular conditions.

In this sense, the haiku evokes the paradox expressed in the Heart Sutra: “Form is emptiness; emptiness is form.” The moon's reflection has form—it can be seen, recognized, and momentarily experienced—yet it is empty of svabhāva, or inherent self-nature. It exists only through a temporary convergence of conditions.

The reflection therefore is not simply an illusion to be dismissed as unreal. It is real as an experience, but empty as an independent entity. When one of its conditions changes—the still surface of the water is disturbed—the reflection ceases to appear. Nothing has returned to some underlying metaphysical Void. Rather, the conditions that sustained that particular form have changed.

This is where the final phrase, “where it was,” becomes especially significant. The poem does not say “where the moon was” or even “where its reflection was.” The pronoun it remains deliberately unresolved. What exactly has disappeared? The moon? Its reflection? The image perceived by the observer? The poem refuses to settle the question.

That ambiguity opens a space for contemplating non-duality. Moon, reflection, water, ripples, and observer are not presented as wholly separate entities. Each exists in relation to the others. The “moon in the water” has no existence apart from those relationships; its apparent identity arises from them.

The image of water also invites a familiar Zen association with the mind. A still surface reflects clearly; when disturbed, the reflection breaks apart. Yet the haiku subtly moves beyond the idea that there is a perfectly still mind capable of reflecting some independently existing “truth.” Even the clear reflection is empty. Stillness does not give the moon a self-nature; it merely provides the conditions under which the reflection appears.

The ripples therefore do not simply destroy an illusion. They reveal its contingency.

And this is where the poem's formal economy becomes important. The final phrase, “where it was,” points toward an absence without filling that absence with an explanation. There is a cognitive gap between the vanished reflection and the place it occupied. The reader instinctively searches for the missing object, but the poem provides only water and ripples.

That gap can be understood as a poetic enactment of Śūnyatā. The reader reaches for something solid to grasp—the moon, the reflection, the identity of it—but finds nothing fixed. What remains is not nothingness, but the continually changing field of phenomena: water, ripples, light, perception.

The haiku therefore does not merely describe emptiness; its structure invites the reader to experience the letting-go of conceptual grasping. An image appears. It changes. The mind looks for what has disappeared. The poem offers no fixed answer.

What remains is not the Void as a blank nothingness, but an openness in which things arise, change, and pass away without possessing an independent self.

The moon was never truly in the water. And yet, for a moment, it was there.

Monday, September 14, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Obituary Column Haiku by Pravat Kumar Padhy

English Original

obituary column messaging silence into the sky

Under the Basho, August 28 2017

Pravat Kumar Padhy 


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

訃聞專欄向天空傳達沉默的訊息

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

讣闻专栏向天空传达沉默的讯息


Bio Sketch

Pravat Kumar Padhy, a poet-scientist, did his Masters and Ph.D from IIT-Dhanbad, India. Work referred in Spectrum History of Indian Literature in EnglishAlienation in Contemporary Indian English Poetry etc. His Japanese short form of poetry appeared in many international journals. He is a recipient of Editor’s Choice Awards, Special and Honourable Mentions. His fourth collection of verses, Ripple of Resonance, is in press.

Sunday, September 13, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Womb Tanka by Kala Ramesh

English Original

a sudden spurt
of warm feeling ...
              my blood 
        from a womb 
I knew nothing about


Kala Ramesh 


Chinese Translation (Traditional) 

一股突如其來的暖流
湧上心頭 ...
我的血液
來自我一無所知
的子宮

Chinese Translation (Simplified) 

一股突如其来的暖流
涌上心头 ...
我的血液
来自我一无所知
的子宫


Bio Sketch

Kala Ramesh is the Founder and Director of Triveni Haikai India, the Founder and Managing Editor of haikuKATHA Journal, an anthologist, and an external faculty member of Symbiosis International University Pune, where she taught a 60-hour haikai course from 2012 to 2021 — a first in India. She has organised eight major haiku festivals and to bring haiku into everyday spaces, Kala has initiated several successful projects in India.

Saturday, September 12, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Cliff Edge Haiku by Marion Clarke

English Original

cliff edge —
a burning sky
behind us

Honourable Mention, IHS International Haiku Competition 2022

Marion Clarke 


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

懸崖邊緣—
在我們的身後
火燒的天空

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

悬崖边缘—
在我们的身后
火烧的天空


Bio Sketch

Marion Clarke is from the east coast of Northern Ireland. Growing up surrounded by the scenic shores of Carlingford Lough, the Mourne Mountains and Kilbroney Forest Park,  she was destined to write haiku.

Friday, September 11, 2026

Special Feature: Selected Poems for Reflections on Remembrance of 9/11

My Dear Friends:

On this 25th anniversary of 9/11, I would like to share a few poems reflecting on how we—Americans and non-Americans alike—remember this tragedy: not only through the lens of individual grief, but also against the heavy sociopolitical and geopolitical landscape shaped by the “War on Terror.”


false dawn
in a bead of grass dew —
September 11

another year
another “thoughts and prayers” —
9/11, grayer


And after ...

Facing south, a sea of white empty chairs, 2,753 in all, flooded the lawn of Bryant Park, Midtown Manhattan. One for each person. Not a breath of air. This burden of hushed silence...

blinds drawn
against the light of dawn
9/11, yet not


FYI: This is a sequel to my haibun below:

An Unofficial Story, A Haibun
for Oskar

ink-black:
smoke trails a life
from the north tower

Another sleepless night. Winter moonlight on the empty side of her bed. From the bedside table, she picks up A Place of Remembrance: The Official Photo Book of 9/11. She stares at the book for a moment. The tears roll down her face as she rips out some of the pages. With a sigh, she puts the torn-out pages in reverse order. When she flips through them, dozens of people are flying through the windows back into the building.


Comment by cattails Haibun Editor Sonam Chhoki: The power of Chen-ou Liu’s haibun, "An Unofficial Story for Oskar" lies in its closing sentence: “When she flips through them, dozens of people are flying through the windows back into the building.” It is amazingly evocative image that has echoes of redemption and freedom from the tyranny of time.


Retracing and Reflecting
for those who have journeyed heavily across the landscape of the heart

the light of dawn
on September Twelfth
the time it takes 
for leaves zigzagging 
to the dust-choked ground

off the tower
one after many sped downward —
Muslim lives
and our world ripped by the day
before and forever

the footprint
of each tower that once stood
now surrounded
by four walls of water and grief
an Afghan woman's look


FYI: The dedication alludes to Melvina Young's remark:

Sadness takes its own time. It can't be hurried along. It can't be rushed. It "moves heavily across the landscape of the heart" until time and love can carry it further into the distance. 


Added:

Ground Zero silence --
yet this golfball-brained man
closes his eyes, snoring


FYI: The New Republic, September 11, 2026: Trump Falls Asleep Onstage at September 11 Ceremony

Thursday, September 10, 2026

A Room of My Own: Moonlit Kiss Haiku

our moonlit kiss ...
that first time years ago
and the last


Added:

sultry night
a couple knee-deep
in stars


Added:

jasmine breeze
tonight smells of her
gone for years


Added:

moving day
the backyard swing 
slows to a stop


Added:

summer's end
the blue morpho
under a pin


Added:

sky tinged smoky gray
alone, I drive slowly past
what's left


FYI: This could be read as a sequel to the following:

cliff edge —
a burning sky
behind us

Honourable Mention, IHS International Haiku Competition 2022

Marion Clarke 

Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Blue Bones Haiku by Susan Constable

English Original

knife cold swimming into blue bones

Modern Haiku, 44:1, 2013

Susan Constable


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

刀刃冰冷般地游入藍骨

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

刀刃冰冷般地游入蓝骨


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. 

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Cold Light Tanka by Sonam Chhoki

English Original

throbbing headache
blinds drawn against the dawn
I picture
in the rise and fall of notes
birds flitting in the cold light

A Hundred Gourds, 1:4,  September 2012 

Sonam Chhoki 


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

劇烈的頭痛
並把窗簾緊閉以阻擋黎明
我彷彿看到
在聲調的起伏中
鳥兒飛掠冷光

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

剧烈的头痛
并把窗帘紧闭以阻挡黎明
我仿佛看到
在声调的起伏中
鸟儿飞掠冷光


Bio Sketch

Sonam Chhoki finds the Japanese short form poetry resonates with her Tibetan Buddhist upbringing.  She is inspired by her father, Sonam Gyamtsho, the architect of Bhutan's non-monastic modern education and by her mother, Chhoden Jangmu, who taught her: “Being a girl doesn’t mean you can’t do anything.” She is the principal editor, and co-editor of haibun for the United Haiku and Tanka Society journal, cattails.

Monday, September 7, 2026

Hot News: New Milestones, 6 M Pageviews & Adding 1 M Pageviews in 25 Days; Call for Submissions

(FYI: Pageviews, September 7: 81, 385)


My Dear Friends:

NeverEnding Story reached a new milestone mid-afternoon yesterday: 6 M pageviews—adding 1 million pageviews in 25 days.(FYI: On August 12, 2026, it reached 5 M pageviews; yesterday's pageviews: 70, 283).


I’m grateful to everyone who has shared this poetry journey. NeverEnding Story now seeks haiku and tanka submissionsThe 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; 5,287 followers).


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


If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write.
—Anaïs Nin

HOWEVER 😏

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


Try Again and Fail Better

My fingers strike the keyboard with rhythmic force; my eyes sting, rimmed with red, but something keeps carrying me forward like a surging current beneath the skin.

another
false dawn while robins call
I add three words
backspace them, write five more
then delete the whole line

(FYI: The title alludes to the famous quote about trying and failing:

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. 

-- Samuel Beckett, "Worstward Ho,"  a radical, minimalist prose text that strips language down to its barest essentials to explore decrepitude, memory, the limits of expression, and the stubborn human compulsion to keep going despite inevitable defeat).


And a gentle reminder:


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

Sunday, September 6, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Snowplow's Light Haiku by Jacek Margolak

English Original

night deepens
the snowplow's light
fading in the drift

Jacek Margolak 

Chinese Translation (Traditional)

夜色漸深
鏟雪車的燈光漸漸
消失在雪堆中

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

夜色渐深
铲雪车的灯光渐渐
消失在雪堆中


Bio Sketch

Born in Rzeszów, Jacek Margolak now lives in Kielce, Poland. A printing technologist by profession, he has spent nearly twenty years writing Japanese short-form poetry, sometimes blending haiku with prose. His work appears in leading international journals and has received awards in Polish and Japanese competitions. 

Saturday, September 5, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Grandfather's Vine Haiku by Denis M. Garrison

English Original

bits of trellis
deep within its coils —
grandfather's vine

Eight Shades of Blue, 2007

Denis M. Garrison


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

棚架的碎片
深深嵌入藤蔓的蜷曲之中 —
祖父的藤蔓

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

棚架的碎片
深深嵌入藤蔓的蜷曲之中 —
祖父的藤蔓


Bio Sketch

Denis M. Garrison was born in Iowa, USA, and his childhood was spent in Japan, youth in Europe, Africa and western Pacific. His poetry’s widely published. Garrison’s print collections include First Winter Rain,Eight Shades of BlueHidden RiverSailor in the Rain and Other Poems, and Fire Blossoms.

Friday, September 4, 2026

A Room of My Own: Sweat-and-Tears Life Tanka

another
mid-sentence silence
this muggy noon
our thoughts of returning
to sweat-and-tears yet sure life


Added:

cubicle glass
the stare of my eyes
the stare of my eyes


FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my haiku below:

a fly battering
at my cubicle window
this 9-to-5 job

Haiku in Action, Weekly Prompt:"Primordial Fears," July 2nd-6th  2025


Added:

in giant letters
think outside the box
on the wall
of this newbie's cubicle 
on my wall, actions speak louder


Added:

After three years of walking my boss's bulldog, I imagine all I can imagine and then keep on going.

corner glass cubicle
new self growing larger
with afternoon light