USA

  • Hanrahan, Mary

    midnight ballet
    a mule deer bounding
    through the meadow

     

    muddy thoughts
    the day clings
    to my boots

     

  • Hansel and Gretel

    come upon the witch’s house. It’s made of candy: gumdrops and peppermint sticks and chocolate chips. Hansel and Gretel are not exactly starving, having snacked on blackberries and almonds growing along the way. Besides, Gretel plans to be a dentist, and Hansel has a hankering for bacon and eggs at the moment.

    To their surprise, the bright colors of the house change before their eyes. Gone, the sparkle of sugar on the roof, replaced by the sizzle of bacon shingles. The door is no longer a chocolate bar, but an oblong of hash browns. Eggs, over easy and still steaming, fill the window boxes. The window shutters are buttered pieces of toast.

    The witch watches. A master in the art of attraction, she knows how to harness the senses, direct the attention, rein in the brain. No longer wary, the siblings approach.

     

    greengage plum
    the sweet glow
    of desire

     

  • Hanson, Jeffrey

     

    morning moon
    a skein of geese
    rises higher

     

    gentle rain
    the lilac blooms
    are gone

     

    snowfall
    becoming the sky
    a distant hill

     

    tree tops
    her memory
    never leaves

  • Hanson, Jeffrey

    sunyata...
    the year’s first leaves
    three weeks late

  • Hemmings, Kyle


    a warhorse shadows my failing to wake up


    the child princess pulls ruined leaves from shade


    invisible monster i can't catch the sky w/ my mouth


    sleight-of-hand you keep dying in my bed


    which ringo can play with bound hands


    the blind princess traps me in see-through palms


    her arctic love tricks of failed porpoises


    her diary a collage of upside down uncles


  • Imperial, Alegria

     

    my eyes on foliage-d sky withering at zenith

     

    river-crossing a breeze wipes off my fate line

     

    mom’s nestled cheek in a boy’s breast my lover’s roost

     

    a fissured boulder at sunset could be me

     

    night’s gritty breath a sky I can’t find

  • J. Zimmerman

    wind dislodges
    small stones from the cliff
    rattles scrub-oak leaves ---
    the misty shape
    around your absence


     
    untrimmed candle wick ---
    the rainy dusk brightens
    in the flame's flicker
    third day of the vigil
    her hesitant breath

  • J. Zimmerman

    a young friend
    demonstrates wool spinning
    after six decades
    I'm once again a spinster ---
    the bitter taste of green tea


     
    sipping gunpowder tea
    he calls in the teashop "who
    can spell 'lecherous'?"
    when three women reply
    his smiling bow to each

  • Jack Galmitz


    In the sea depths
    fish that can't see
    find each other

     

    Fleeing across the plains
    I feel the heat on my neck
    of giant wings

     

  • Jackie Chou

    scorching heat
    under torn canopies
    street vendors

     

    remembering
    my pink prom dress
    cherry blossoms



    team sport
    the bullied child
    gets picked last

     

  • Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

  • Jacob Salzer

    electric guitar
    the reverberation
    of teenage dreams


    tuning the guitar
    the tension
    between us


  • Jacobson, Roberta Beach

    afternoon showers
    steady rhythm of raindrops
    - the scent of roses

    Mused / Bellaonline.com (July 2018)


  • Jacobson, Roberta Beach 

    farmers market
    at daybreak
    - scent of fresh thyme



  • Jamie Wimberly


    for all those
    left behind …
    falling leaves

    alone
    last dandelion stands watch
    autumn’s gate

    sometimes
    the weight and weariness –
    setting sun

  • Jay Friedenberg


    ragged breeze
    a cocooned butterfly
    jerks in the web


    covid-19
    the wind blows a mask
    down an empty street

     

  • Jeanne Lupton


    nessun dorma
    my heart opens at high C
    George Floyd is there
    the sob of a wild turkey
    the cry of a mourning dove

     

    for my cat
    who likes order
    I make the bed --
    at the SPCA
    she knew I was her person

     

  • Jennifer Carr

    toy gun my son suspended

     

    the itty bitty shitty committee between my ears won’t shut up

     

  • Jenny Ward Angyal

    buttercup petals
    cling to my bare feet—
    a hint of what I am

     

    deep green dreams
    breathing inside me
    the forest

     

    out of the mist
    a heron unfolds
    the koan

     

  • Jianqing Zheng

    春日落——

    老人手中举着

    红纸风车

    spring sunset—
    the red pinwheel in an
    old man’s hand

    喀布尔黎明——

    花盆里开着一朵

    黄雏菊

    Kabul dawn—
    in the flower pot,
    a yellow daisy

    待售房——

    梨花盛开

    越围墙

    house for sale—
    pear blossoms over
    the fence

     

    春晓——

    蜘蛛丝

    忽现忽隐

    spring dawn—
    the spider strand's glow
    sporadic

    春天奏鸣曲——

    还是昨天那只

    红雀?

    spring sonata—
    the same cardinal
    from yesterday?

    Jianqing Zheng lives in Mississippi State, USA. His haiku's been published in a variety of publications. His book on Richard Wright’s haiku is forthcoming from the University Press of Mississippi in May 2011.