NeverEnding Story

Politics of Distraction , X At an outdoor briefing, "military operation," "little excursion," "self-defense strikes...

English Original belly dancer the glitter of gold in her navel A Hundred Gourds , 1:2, March 2012 Susan Constable Chinese Translation (Tradi...

English Original wildflower seeds ... harvesting the memory   of butterflies     Honorable Mention, THF-Kukai October 2023 Deborah Karl-Bran...

English Original strange, this life no parents no mate no boss to struggle against, at night I fall asleep to a chorus of frogs Simply Haiku...

English Original flag-covered coffin: the shadow of the bugler slips into the grave Selected Haiku , 1988 Nick Virgilio Chinese Translation ...

My Dear Readers and Friends: On this first Sunday of June, I’m sharing a few poems reflecting on warning, struggle, and the joy of resistanc...

lopsided moon ... eyes fixed on my wife straddling me FYI: This haiku could be read as a sequel and a prequel to the following ones respecti...

English Original village night out the lamps of fireflies everywhere Afriku , 2016 Adjei Agyei-Baah Chinese Translation (Traditional) 鄉村之夜 螢...

English Original something inside me is weeping white lilies keep dropping yellow pollen on the night table Co-Winner, Tanka Splendor 2006 K...

English Original summer evening the gardener mows on into shadow The Heron's Nest , 14:4, December 2012 Garry Eaton Chinese Translation ...

English Original election night lighting a cigarette with another Frogpond , 42:1, 2019 Elliot Nicely Chinese Translation (Traditional) 選舉之夜...

in this world love has no color -- yet how deeply my body is stained by yours The Ink Dark Moon , 1990 Izumi Shikibu Commentary: In this tan...

so much of life grows clearer with the years — her parting words yet grit like sand in my mouth whenever I repeat them Added:  newly divorce...

English Original bombing resumes— the collared doves return to our garden    Tim Dwyer  Chinese Translation (Traditional) 轟炸再次開始— 一群斑鳩重返 我們的...

English Original you ask why I laugh at such heavy things to survive — a tree needs its blossoms as much as its roots Steve Neumann Chinese ...