Personal Best

Haiku poets are invited to submit the one composition from their entire oeuvre that they choose to be remembered by as at 2022.

half moon
my hands no longer know
how to sing

fireflies ...
where have you all gone
my childhood friends

cinching his belt
another notch tighter,
hospice

first heard then seen waterfall in the woods

a Mediterranean
breeze in the courtyard
catches its breath

the dark light surface of sunflower seeds

life in exile —
blurring the Milky Way
this war

sea shell —
the old man curls
into a fetus

Hõryu-ji . . .
a butterfly becomes
a prayer

Chrysanthemum Issue 29

emergency room
a paperback
with a broken spine

Prune Juice, Issue #30, March 2020
re-published in jar of rain: The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku 2020

war yet they dance

The Bamboo Hut, August 2019

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo