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sâmbătă, 16 august 2025

Kokako A haiku journal based in Aotearoa NZ / iSSUE 43 / 2025

 



Otiosity

A flock of sheep crosses the orchard, mashing golden overripe

plums under their hooves. It smells like grandma's old hearth

boiling jams. Ahead of me, a convoy of villagers meanders

steadily on the horizonless path, waking the ancestral dust from

its slumber. Some people complain about the hard times, some

say jokes. They know a lot about all things, and next to nothing

about the man they follow on the last road, except that he used

to roam the hills and wrote poems...

 

the leaves no longer fall

at the poet's house –

excavators


vineri, 18 iulie 2025

KYOTO / Haku Project Writing on the “Peace” / Écrire sur la « Paix » / 「平和」を詠む IULIE 2025

 

1. when your road / only leads into a ravine / take a paraglider!
 
 
2.  watery eyes / and no one to see you? / take a stroll in the woods 
 
 
3. sound of swarming bees / the straight and the shooted tree / have the 
 same flowers
 
 
4. rumbling horizon / in the underground bunker / a few wedding signs 
 
 
5. underground lessons / on the broken teacher’s desk / fresh autumn flowers

Sense & Sensibility, Haiku Journal / August 2025

luggage screening —
a snail comes out
from the backpack

marți, 15 iulie 2025

Triya Monsoon Edition 2025

 लावाना क्रे

 

 after you, emptiness –
I pile a stone
atop of it
every passing day


तुम् हार बाद, बस एक खालीपन –
जस पर म रखती ँ
हर बीतते दन
एक और पत् थर

 

 


 Editorial Team

 Priti Chahar, Teji Sethi, Vaibhav Joshi

vineri, 23 mai 2025

joi, 22 mai 2025

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

duminică, 20 aprilie 2025

Under the Bashō 2025 / Haibun

 EditorPravat 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

marți, 25 martie 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