Haiga im Focus - Juli 2025

 

Failed haiku A Journal of English Senryu, Volume 10, Issue 110, July 2025

 

WORLD HAIKU ASSOCIATION ANTHOLOGY 2025

 

Issue 5 of 民句 folk ku: a journal in honour of Masaoka Shiki

 

missing grandparents –

cupping her small hands

round the snowed padlock

flu -

Grandma boils
tomato juice

The 2025 SAKURA Haiku Challenge Anthology / Consulate-General of Japan in Toronto

 

Haiga im Focus - Juni 2025

 

Sense & Sensibility, June 2025 -- Haiku about HEAT!

 

sunset on the beach -

an ice cube sliding down

her cleavage

 

 

Patricia Carragon
Editor, Sense & Sensibility

 

Cold Moon Journal, May 22, 2025

 

swarm of bees—

the straight and crooked trees

bloom the same

 

pressed flower

between the diary pages—

no memory

KO, Haiku Magazine, Vol.39 No. 10 446 Issue, SPRINGH-SUMMER 2025

 

misty village -

the fragrance of lilac blossom
leads me home

Under the Bashō 2025

photo group of friends –
from left to right,
just leaves in the rain

The Solitary Daisy, In Translation issue.

 

sat în ceață –
parfumul liliacului
mă duce acasă

misty village –
the fragrance of lilac blossom
leads me home

Haiga im Focus - May 2025

 

Failed haiku, a Journal of English Senryu Volume 10, Issue 109, 2025

 

Under the Bashō 2025 / Haibun

 Editor: Pravat Kumar Padhy

 

Fragility

The inclement weather has ruined my plans of mountain hiking. The path turned muddy. Wet birds watch me sliding towards the yellow water while trying to get hold of branches. The nenuphars make place for me. Daylight only flows into the stork's eggs. Perhaps, it’s not by chance that I’am here. I could find out how long it takes for indifference to become concern.

falling stars –

equally vulnerable

the sky and man

Seashores, an international journal to share the spirit of haiku / ISSUE 14 April 2025

petrichor -

a dress laid out

on fir needles

 

l’estran, une revue francophone pour partager l'esprit du haïku, 2025

petrichor -

a dress laid out

on fir needless

Fireflies’ Light / A Magazine of Short Poems / Issue 31 April 2025

 

Contemporary Haibun 20 Anthology

 

 Available to order through both Red Moon Press and Amazon.

 

Omnibus

I knock on our house door, but it's not my mother who opens. Seeing my doubt in front of the door, the wind smacks it against the wall. Something that looks like a being, a steamy silhouette wearing a long flowery printed dress, swirls around, engulfs

me, while its imprints fly all over the room. What a fresh plum blossom scent!

Suddenly, the wind calms down, the clouds wash out, and the ghost is gone, but all these white petals left on the floor are a sign that I'm not the only one coming home now and then...

 

honeycomb –

a butterfly alights

on the sweet knife

Kōkako No. 42. A journal of haiku, tanka, haiga and haibun. April 2025

 

Mt. Fuji Taisho Tanka Contest, 2024

 

BRIEFLY WRITE , Issue 13 – March 2025

 

Haiga im focus, März 2025

 

failed haiku – a journal of English Senryu, Issue #108

 

GINYU HAIKU MAGAZINE NO. 105

 EDITOR-IN-CHIEF: Ban'ya Natsuishi

 

mase de oase
peste secole de oase –
apă potabilă

bone masses
over centuries of bones –
drinking water
2
aeroport –
un suflu necunoscut
arde aripi

airfield –
an unknown blow
is burning wings
3
mastectomie –
îmbrățișând cireșul
de ziua mamei

mastectomy –
hugging the cherry tree
on Mother's day

4
copil scotocind
în haina tatălui –
castane coapte

child rummaging
in father's coat –
roasted chestnuts
5
pătuț de copil –
crește văzând cu ochii,
mucegaiul

baby crib –

growing visible to the naked eye,

the mold


 

Haiga im focus / Februar 2025

 

Never Ending Story / One Man's Maple Moon

 

 Translated by Chen-ou Liu

English Original

only few left

to hug on New Year's Eve --

two reflections

in the cracked window,

Mt. Fuji and the old man

Excellence, the Nineth Mt. Fuji Tanka Contest,  2024

Chinese Translation (Traditional)

只有少數人留下

在除夕夜相互擁抱 --

兩個映影

在破裂的窗戶裡, 

富士山和一位老人

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

只有少数人留下

在除夕夜相互拥抱 --

两个映影

在破裂的窗户里,

富士山和一位老人

 

 

 

Comment by Chen-ou Liu:

 

Chen-ou LiuJanuary 28, 2025 at 10:27 AM

Ls 1-2 describe an unexpected and less joyful New Year's Eve scene, setting the theme and mood; and L3-5 might give a hint of what's happening in their preceding lines.

Symbocally rich Ls 3&4, two "reflections" in the "cracked" window, are poignant, adding emotional weight to the tanka.

And socioculturally significant and spiritually rich Mt. Fuji in L5 might give this lonely, poor old man the strength to face the challenges in the coming year.

 

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 Ls 1-2 descriu o scenă neașteptată și mai puțin veselă din ajunul Anului Nou, stabilind tema și atmosfera; iar L3-5 ar putea da un indiciu a ceea ce se întâmplă în rândurile lor anterioare.

Ls 3&4, bogate din punct de vedere simbolic, două „reflecții” în fereastra „crăpată”, sunt emoționante, adăugând greutate emoțională tanka.

Iar Mt. Fuji din L5, semnificativ din punct de vedere sociocultural și bogat din punct de vedere spiritual, ar putea să-i dea acestui bătrân singuratic și sărac puterea de a face față provocărilor din anul care vine.

 

 

LOTHLORIEN POETRY JOURNAL, January 2025, Editor Strider Marcus Jones

                                             Kira

A piece of heaven for tourists with its fauna and flora, the Danube Delta is tough on the locals living on a strip of land, as they are dependent on boats at all times. Many of them drifted away like floating reeds, but the elders remained. They are deeply rooted in the banks of the Danube. It’s a mild, autumn day, same as it was fifty years ago, when the cranes were leaving and the fisherman brought Kira by boat to be his bride.

He fares her back now; there is no graveyard here...

                             scythe on shoulder –

                             how beautifully grows the grass

                             in her eyes

 

 

               Hidden paths

In the harsh light of noon, the woman’s hand over the eyes trembles like a broken wing She lowered the garden fence, so she can see as far as the horizon, where someone appears now and then, but never reaches her. As the  sparrows are dozing off among blue morning glories, the silence seems too hard to be broken, but a ship’s horn sounds and some ray of hope is flitting across her blushing face. Time to pull off the weeds on the pathway home again...

two cups of tea  –

coming at the right time

a cloud of rain

 

 

                                              Nostalgia

There comes a day that seems like the very last one, when you feel the urge to take the final steps, where you also took your first, so I take my backpack and head to the train station. Once arrived, I wend my way through the blue-eyed thistles (childhood friends). Everything is unchanged, only the forest looks like a defeated army. A motorbike raises a monster of dust who is about to engulf me, but rain drops collapse it. I finally can see my slumped shoulders house and a fluttering flowered dress.

                         homesickness –

greeting me with open arms          

the scarecrow