Sweden

  • Anna Maris

    the way to work
    the way home from work
    winter darkness

    The Haiku Calendar 2020 (Snapshot Press, 2019)

     



  • Anna Maris


    sleet
    our promise to stay
    in touch

    Museum of Haiku Literature Award, Blithe Spirit 30.1, 2020

     

  • Elmedin Kadric

     

    still takes rifles for deep woods

     

    do hone
    the small distances
    at home

     

    six feet under one worm another

     

    sobering up fog-fitting the mold

     

    for the longest night a white knight

     

    writhing. besides. I.
    there. is. only.
    one. life.

     

    puckering her mouth knows multiple ways in

     

  • Elmedin Kadric

    childless
    the fragrance
    of snow

    The Heron's Nest, Volume XXI, Number 3: September 2019

     

  • Elmedin Kadric

    newlyweds
    sticking to the moon
    in the river

     

    rose scent
    she lets me in
    on a secret

     

    silence
    the first
    open grave

     

    wild violets
    all the stories
    about herself

     

     

  • Elmedin Kadric


    only no bluebird foibles all

     

    not unlike the evaporating cloud still leading the sky by the hand

     

    a simple fact attached to her autumn branch

     

    until you shake the day off this bearded iris

     

    here all night the cloudlessness of stars

     

  • Kadric, Elmedin

    oar history with an or

     

    dug well articulated

     

    a fire from now on now on

     

    atone the day it caws to crows

     

    morning after the lakeside foliage of a mother

     

    planting one less star the sea lacks

     

    not only the concept of an old man in the mirror

     

    a lot of holding after a shadow flares into flesh

     

    too late never is what it pretends to be

     

    God not another staring contest

  • Kadric, Elmedin

    in puddles
    stars coming up
    for air

    Acorn #39, Fall 2017

  • Kadric, Elmedin

    dandelion fluff
    telling my long-lost sister
    the story of us

     

    nothing but
    nothing but
    spring wind

     

    dawn lake
    all it takes
    is silence

     

    newborn
    the comfort
    of warmth

     

    born again
    she sings the blues
    in red

     

    moonlight
    we linger a while
    in her private garden

  • Marcus Liljedahl


    waiting room
    low voices locked inside
    closed doors

     

    snow falls
    from branch to branch...
    moonlit river

     

  • Maris, Anna

    don’t even go there wild blackberries

     

    grey skkkies the weak liiinnnes connecccting us

     

    he doesn't believe me ant-eater

     

    between this searing heat and the sky my lifespan

     

    drowning slowly the sound as we walk