Saturday, August 29, 2026

A Room of My Own: Stonehenge Tanka

a full moon
between the sarsen stones 
of Stonehenge
one silhouette ghosting
across the gravel path


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a thrum of rain
on the old van skylight 
in a parking lot
I murmur, the life I dreamed
yet the life I'm living


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flash after flash
of midnight lightning
my dream and I
rippling
in the vodka glass


Added:

words are only air
dissolving as they are said ...
yet my chest tightens
as if I’ve swallowed a rock
lodged beneath my breath


Added:

belief is a bridge
built across surging waters...
yet my shaking hands
cannot find the wooden rail
to the altar in dim light


Added:

emigration eve
the last notes
of Home Sweet Home
fading once more
into this moonless stillness

Friday, August 28, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Blackbird's Song Haiku by Fatma Zohra Habis

English Original 

spring drizzle
my friend returns 
in blackbird’s song 

EJCA Spring Haiku Anthology, 2026

Fatma Zohra Habis
 

Chinese Translation (Traditional)

春雨綿綿
在黑鳥的歌聲中
我的朋友歸來

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

春雨绵绵
在黑鸟的歌声中
我的朋友归来

 
Bio Sketch

Fatma Zohra Habis lives in Algeria. She loves poetry and Japanese culture. Her specialty is physics. Her haiku and tanka have been published in journals around the world, such as Enchanted Garden, The Sacred Dragonfly, The Leaf Journal, and haikuKatha.

Thursday, August 27, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Old Lullaby Tanka by Daniela Misso

English Original

a whole day
listening to the wind
among green leaves ...
at night, an old lullaby
emerges in me

Cattails, October 2021

Daniela Misso


Chinese Translation (Traditional) 

一整天
聆聽綠葉間
的風聲 ...
夜裡, 一首古老的搖籃曲
在我心中浮現


Chinese Translation (Simplified) 

一整天
聆听绿叶间
的风声 ...
夜里, 一首古老的摇篮曲
在我心中浮现


Bio Sketch

Daniela Misso is a retired schoolteacher and  a winner of numerous national and international competitions. She has published extensively in leading magazines dedicated to the genre. She is the author of Connessioni Sottili (FusibiliaLibri, 2021) and Ciliegi in fiore (Edizioni Accademia Barbanera, 2023).

Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Sipping Sherry Haiku by Marion Alice Poirier

English Original

sipping sherry ...
through the humid dusk
cricket song

Marion Alice Poirier


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

啜飲雪莉酒 ...
蟋蟀的鳴叫滲透
潮濕悶熱的黃昏

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

啜饮雪莉酒 ...
蟋蟀的鸣叫渗透
潮湿闷热的黄昏


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.

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Biting NOT Barking: Identity Haiku by Fay Aoyagi

English Original

I
dent
it(ch)y

Modern Haiku, 52:3, Autumn 2021

Fay Aoyagi


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

受傷彎身
開始(發癢)了

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

受伤弯身
开始(发痒)了

 
Bio Sketch

Fay Aoyagi (青柳飛)was born in Tokyo and immigrated to the U.S. in 1982. She is currently a member of Haiku Society of America and Haiku Poets of Northern California. She serves as an associate editor of The Heron's Nest.  She also writes in Japanese and belongs to two Japanese haiku groups; Ten'I (天為) and "Aki"(秋), and  she is a member of Haijin Kyokai (俳人協会).

Monday, August 24, 2026

Poetic Musings: Pink Clouds Haiku by Lorraine Pester

a tornado-twist
of pink clouds ...
this time of life

NeverEnding Story, February 17, 2025

Lorraine Pester

Commentary: This is a highly effective haiku. It captures a vivid sensory moment while pairing it with an open-ended, deeply personal reflection.

The striking contrast between the violent movement suggested by “tornado-twist” in L1 and the soft, delicate image of “pink clouds” in L2 creates an immediate poetic tension. The image is simultaneously beautiful and unsettling, suggesting both wonder and turbulence.

The ellipsis at the end of L2 functions effectively as a kireji-like pause, creating a moment of suspension between the external landscape of Ls 1-2 and the inward reflection of L3. The reader is invited to linger over the image before making the conceptual leap to “this time of life.”

L3 then transforms the preceding image into a metaphor. “This time of life” can evoke aging, a particular stage of existence, a chaotic period of change, or a beautiful yet turbulent transition. Because the poem does not specify which, the final line remains open and allows the reader to bring their own experience to it.

Ultimately, the haiku suggests the experience of being swept through a beautiful but turbulent stage of life. Its ambiguity is one of its greatest strengths: the tornado, the clouds, and the “time of life” remain suggestively interconnected without the poem explaining exactly how.

Sunday, August 23, 2026

A Room of My Own: First Summer Rain Tanka

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"Israel's oldest dailyHaaretz," which was was sanctioned by the Israeli government on Nov. 24, 2024
Daniel Blatman, Opinion, August 24, 2026: From Armenia to Gaza: The Language of Denial That Makes Atrocities Possible

From Nazi 'language rules' to the American military's 'collateral damage' and Israel's 'voluntary migration' policy for Gaza, euphemisms do more than conceal crimes. They allow ordinary people to live with them


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCV: "headlines"

headline after headline
of situation, event
and incident ...
body parts on the blood-stained floor
of a half-flattened classroom


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCVI: "neu-tra-li-za-tion"

neu-tra-li-za-tion
a new recruit mouths
with a middle finger —
a gray-haired Gazan's back
pockmarked with bullets


FYI: Below is a relevant excerpt:

In 1947, two years after the collapse of the regime that had threatened his life, the German Jewish philologist Victor Klemperer published a short book titled "The Language of the Third Reich" ("Lingua Tertii Imperii"). Klemperer, who escaped extermination because he was married to a non-Jewish woman, did not write about extermination camps or SS death squads. He wrote about words.

Nazism, he argued, penetrated society not only through speeches and posters in the streets, but primarily through expressions that people unwittingly internalized, like tiny doses of poison entering the bloodstream. Individual words, expressions and syntactic patterns were imposed on the masses through millions of repetitions, then adopted mechanically and unconsciously. The poison, he wrote, does not act immediately. It accumulates....

The Israeli media now has a complete, efficient and polished lexicon designed to implant euphemistic descriptions of the state's crimes in the minds of Israelis. Mass killing in Gaza falls under the heading of "operational activity." The destruction of entire neighborhoods becomes "mowing the lawn" or "flattening," images borrowed from gardening and construction. A targeted airstrike that kills dozens of innocent people is described as a "thwarting" or "neutralization," terms from the world of intelligence that imply the prevention of some greater evil. An area that continues to be bombed, such as Al-Mawasi in southern Gaza, is called a "humanitarian zone." And when it becomes clear that uninvolved civilians, including children, have been killed, passive formulations take over: "were killed during an operation," "lost their lives," "fatalities were reported." ...

This is precisely what the sociologist Pierre Bourdieu meant by "symbolic violence." It is not a lie that someone decided to sell or an instruction handed down from above, but a set of categories of thought internalized so deeply that both the person doing the classifying and the person being classified accept them as natural. A news editor who writes "hikers" or "terrorists" does not feel that they are choosing a word. They feel that they are describing reality. That is the power of symbolic violence. It requires no administrative enforcement because it is already embedded in our vocabulary.


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCVIII: "torn pieces of Star of David"

asleep
on torn pieces of Star of David
a stray 


The New Yorker, July 28, 2025Israel’s Zones of Denial
Amid national euphoria over the bombing of Iran—and the largely ignored devastation in Gaza—a question lurks: What is the country becoming?


Added: Realm of Contagious Stupidity, III

he hides “files”
sleeps through meetings, yells be quiet
trades stocks and golfs:
this ball-size-brained con man smirks
behind the Resolute Desk
)


a child's hand 
outside the car window
to touch
the first summer rain ...
bumper to bumper to Exit


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a midnight moon
glints in the skylight
turning once more
I listen to her breathing
as the night stretches on


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packing
and unpacking my suitcases
for three hours —
this life without my love
yet still within my love


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we all move on
then the story carries us —
still I stand still
at the bend of her street
hearing her door close


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home from vacation
it takes three moonless nights
for my heart and mind
to adjust to living
in a room of my echoes

Saturday, August 22, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Sorrow Tanka by Michael McClintock

English Original

knowing sorrow
won’t go sailing
or for a swim
I take a long walk
to the cliffs and back
      
First Place, 2012 San Francisco International Haiku, Senryu, and Tanka Contest

Michael McClintock


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

深知悲傷
不會出海航行
也不會去游泳
我選擇長途步行
走到懸崖邊再走回來

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

深知悲伤
不会出海航行
也不会去游泳
我选择长途步行
走到悬崖边再走回来


Bio Sketch

Michael McClintock's lifework in haiku, tanka, and related literature spanned over four decades. His many contributions to the field included six years as president of the Tanka Society of America (2004-2010) and contributing editor, essayist, and poet for dozens of journals, anthologies, landmark collections and critical studies. McClintock lived in Clovis, California, where he worked as an independent scholar, consultant for public libraries, and poet. Meals at Midnight [tanka], Sketches from the San Joaquin [haiku] and Streetlights: Poetry of Urban Life in Modern English Tanka, were some of his recent titles.

Friday, August 21, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Lightning Flash Haiku by David Watts

English Original

lightning flash
my whiskey
rippling

David Watts

Chinese Translation (Traditional)

閃電
我的威士忌酒杯
泛起漣漪

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

闪电
我的威士忌酒杯
泛起涟漪


Bio Sketch

David Watts' most recent haiku collection is Breath (Red Moon Press, 2026). He has published poetry, short stories, mysteries, memoir and westerns and is professor of English and Poetry Writing at the Fromm Institute of San Francisco. He is a scientist, a classically trained musician and creator of poetry workshops.

Thursday, August 20, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Rain Barrel Haiku by Travis Park

English Original

rain barrel
a cloud settles
into itself

LEAF, 10, July 2026

Travis Park


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

雨桶
一朵雲沉入
雲層中

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

雨桶
一朵云沉入
云层中


Bio Sketch

Travis Park is an Indiana poet and photographer whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in Modern Haiku, Presence, Ribbons, Wales Haiku Journal, McNeese Review, The Listening Eye, and other journals.

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Reading More and Writing Better: Anything New? Haiku by Chen-ou Liu

after Ecclesiastes 1:9

glasswing butterfly
in morning sunshine
anything new?

Chen-ou Liu


FYI: The joshi (prefatory note) establishes a hermeneutic frame. The reader is primed to read the haiku against Ecclesiastes 1:9 (New International Version below)

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun

The transparent wings of the glasswing butterfly in L1 naturally evoke themes of invisibility, fragility, and clarity. Yet the specificity of the image becomes important in L2.

In L2,  “in morning sunshine,” the glasswing is placed in direct light. Unlike many insects, whose wings can flash, glint, or reflect sunlight, the glasswing's transparent wings have a remarkably low reflectivity. Their microscopic structure acts as an antireflective surface, allowing light to pass through rather than producing the conspicuous shimmer one might expect from an insect in sunlight. The butterfly therefore remains visually elusive even when illuminated.

By placing this particular biological phenomenon in “morning sunshine,” Ls 1&2 create a literal scenario of an object being under the sun, activating the central phrase of Ecclesiastes 1:9 without quoting it.

L3 then supplies the turn:

anything new?

The question becomes an interrogation of what Ls 1&2 have presented. The glasswing initially appears to offer something extraordinary—an almost paradoxical creature whose wings are present yet nearly invisible, illuminated yet not shining. But the joshi has already placed that apparent novelty under the judgment of Ecclesiastes: Is this really anything new?

The haiku does not explain Ecclesiastes 1:9; it re-enacts its paradox in miniature. Ecclesiastes offers a pronouncement; the haiku offers a question. The former declares that there is nothing new under the sun, while the latter allows the reader to experience the tension between apparent novelty and inevitable recurrence. The philosophical conclusion is therefore left unstated.

There is also an especially apt irony in the choice of a butterfly. Culturally, the butterfly is an emblem of transformation—of becoming something other than what one was. Yet biologically, metamorphosis is not novelty but recurrence: an ancient life cycle repeated countless times.

Thus the haiku's emblem of transformation is itself an instance of repetition. Even the extraordinary glasswing participates in a pattern that is older than the individual creature.

The glasswing is therefore not merely a beautiful or unusual natural object. It is structurally suited to the meditation of Ecclesiastes: something that appears radically new, placed literally under the sun, and finally subjected to the question of whether anything is new at all.

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Summer Pond Haiku by Bruce Ross

English Original

summer pond —
wild yellow irises lean
in the shadows

spring clouds haiku, 2012

Bruce Ross


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

夏日池塘—
野生的黃色鳶尾花斜倚
在陰影中

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

夏日池塘—
野生的黄色鸢尾花斜倚
在阴影中


Bio Sketch

Bruce Ross, Ph.D., former president of the HSA, was the editor of anthologies such as the seminal Haiku Moment and, more recently, co-editor of A Vast Sky. He was the founding editor of the online Autumn Moon Haiku Journaland he authored many collections of haiku and haibun.

Monday, August 17, 2026

A Room of My Own: Dayandnightmare

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

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

MAGAMAGA
echoingback
MAGAMAGA


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The Sound of Absence 
a senryu-inflected, visual haibun

Bedroom door slammed shut, I'm left to my own devices.

finger scrolling
OnlyFansSexTubePornDude ...
one stray outbarks the rest


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the moan of a dove ...
my wife replies, I fake it
until you make it


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one more blue pill --
in slanted moonlight my wife 
on top of me


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close to urinals
close to civilization
drip, drip, drip ...


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                my
               blind
               date 
new snow on old snow
                 top
                 of 
                 me

Sunday, August 16, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Mother's Womb Tanka by Pamela A. Babusci

English Original

floating inside
my mother's womb
for nine months —
how little she
understood me

Honorable Mention, Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest, 2026

Pamela A. Babusci


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

漂浮
在我母親的子宮裡
九個月之久—
她對我是多麼地
不了解啊

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

漂浮
在我母亲的子宫里
九个月之久—
她对我是多么地
不了解啊

 
Bio Sketch

Pamela A. Babusci  is an internationally award winning haiku, tanka poet and haiga artist. Some of her awards include: Museum of Haiku Literature Award, International Tanka Splendor Awards, First Place Yellow Moon Competition (Aust) tanka category,  First Place Kokako Tanka Competition,(NZ) First Place Saigyo Tanka Awards (US), Basho Festival Haiku Contests (Japan).  Pamela has illustrated several books, including: Full Moon Tide: The Best of Tanka Splendor AwardsTaboo HaikuChasing the SunTake Five: Best Contemporary Tanka, and A Thousand Reasons 2009. Pamela was the founder and now is the solo Editor of Moonbathing: a journal of women’s tanka; the first all women’s tanka journal in the US.

Saturday, August 15, 2026

Poetic Musings: Summer Grass Haiku by Chen-ou Liu

summer grass
on both sides of the border
rusted helmets


Chen-ou Liu


Commentary: L 1, “summer grass,” immediately establishes the season and gives the haiku a quiet, natural surface. The image is simple and organic, evoking continuity, growth, and the passage of time.

L2, “on both sides of the border,” introduces a human-made division into this otherwise natural landscape. The line initially functions spatially, locating the grass in relation to a border, but it also introduces a sociopolitical dimension: the landscape is divided according to a human distinction.

Then, L 3, “rusted helmets,” provides the haiku’s decisive turn. It brings war, death, and the passage of time into the poem, while the helmets remain silent objects that bear witness to history. There is a compelling tension between the living grass and the rusted remnants of violence. The phrase “both sides of the border” suggests that death and the history of violence are not confined neatly to one side. The poem therefore acquires political and historical resonance without becoming overtly didactic.

Structurally, my haiku has an especially interesting relationship to Bashō’s:

summer grass
all that remains
of warriors’ dreams

It preserves Bashō’s basic three-part architecture while radically altering what occupies each structural position.

The identical opening, “summer grass,” is more than an allusion: it establishes an explicit intertextual frame. A reader familiar with Bashō is invited to recall the significance of the image before encountering the rest of my poem. Structurally, both poems begin with nature—specifically, vegetation associated with seasonal transience. In both, the first line establishes the enduring natural world before human history enters.

Bashō’s second line,

all that remains

is a meditative and interpretive statement. It tells us how to understand the grass: it is what survives after the warriors and their ambitions have disappeared.

My second line,

on both sides of the border

does something fundamentally different. Rather than interpreting the first image, it locates it spatially while introducing a human-made division. The border becomes the point at which the natural landscape encounters political history.

Bashō’s third line,

of warriors’ dreams

Mine:

rusted helmets

Both poems place their most explicitly human element in the final position, but the nature of that element is radically different. Bashō ends with an abstraction—“dreams.” My poem ends with a concrete object—“rusted helmets.”

This difference is structurally important. Bashō moves toward conceptual reflection on the warriors’ ambitions; I move toward physical evidence. The reader encounters the helmets only at the end and consequently has to retroactively reinterpret the first two lines. The summer grass is no longer merely scenery: it becomes grass growing around the material remnants of war.

Although I borrow Bashō’s opening and general three-part movement, I reject his final abstraction. My haiku ends not with what the warriors dreamed, but with what they left behind materially. In this sense, the poem moves from Bashō’s meditation on the disappearance of human ambition toward an image of its physical aftermath.

The phrase “both sides” also expands Bashō’s singular historical perspective. Bashō’s structure ultimately establishes a relationship between:

grass ↔ warriors’ dreams

My syntax establishes a three-way relationship:

grass ↔ border ↔ helmets

The border functions as a hinge between nature and war. The phrase “both sides” anticipates division before the helmets appear. When “rusted helmets” arrives, the reader understands that the poem is not simply about warriors, but about warriors belonging to opposing sides.

This produces a subtle structural symmetry:

summer grass
on both sides of the border
rusted helmets

The middle line contains the division, while the final line potentially collapses it. Whatever side the helmets once belonged to, they are now simply rusted helmets. Time and decay have erased the distinction that the border once enforced.

In short, my haiku is not simply “Bashō with different words.” Its structure deliberately transforms Bashō’s structure. I replace Bashō’s explicit meditation—“all that remains”—with the spatial and political phrase “on both sides of the border,” and I replace his abstraction, “warriors’ dreams,” with the concrete historical remnant, “rusted helmets.” The result is an allusion that functions as a structural conversation with Bashō rather than merely a quotation or homage. Bashō’s poem meditates on what remains after war; mine asks the reader to confront the material remains of war and the human divisions that produced them.