Haiku Avenue online

 

 

Published on a seasonal basis, Haiku Avenue provides an outlet for both traditional 5-7-5 English-language haiku and those exhibiting more contemporary or postmodern approaches.

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winter seclusion

a fly buzzes hopefully

in the porch window

 

— Lynda Zwinger

 

 

February bath

            the chill inside the towel

            as I unfold it

 

— R. W. Watkins

 

 

awake in my bed

listening to cars crunch past

first freeze of first snow

 

— Kim Goldberg

 

 

honeymoon over the frozen waterfall

 

— Ruth Holzer

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Silent witnesses

to the young couple’s wedding—

gold chrysanthemums 

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— Priscilla Lignori

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a shabby chic leaf

between the yellow pages

of her diary

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— Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

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A collapsed willow

holding on to its colour

into November

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— R. W. Watkins

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— Robert Witmer

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at the summer lake 
into a mosquito swarm 
cattail smoke rises 

 

— Shelli Jankowski-Smith

 

 

Forest fire season

            an excavator creaking

            somewhere in the haze

 

— R. W. Watkins

 

 

corroded headstones—

an ancient church rust-bolted

against the unseen

 

— Edward Baranosky

 

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what will be

                of this summer rain

                                campsite embers

 

— Joanna Ashwell

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wanting company

the peony peeks to see 

who else is open

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― Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

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PRIVATE PROPERTY

      the smell of lilac blossoms

      that I’ll never see

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― R. W. Watkins

 

 

the clink, clink, clinking

of my neighbor’s rusted gate

Trump Again tilted 

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― Chen-ou Liu

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breath of spring a sweater with no sleeves

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― Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

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The car’s red taillights

trailing faithfully behind 

in the freezing rain 

 

― Priscilla Lignori

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Snow covers the car―

A white lump among white lumps.

Footsteps lead away.

 

― William Waters​​

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Lone skater at dusk    the shrill whine of snowmobiles    beyond town outskirts

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— R. W. Watkins

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a

string

of

sunlight

melts

from

the

tip

of

an

icicle

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― Jianqing Zheng

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at the senior park
rustling through the bocce courts
quiet autumn leaves

 

— Shelli Jankowski-Smith

 

 

So round and waiting,

I can almost see the eggs—

empty nest in Fall.

 

— Katherine West

 

 

D foliation

            seeing further through the woods

            each time I visit

 

— R. W. Watkins

 

 

passing long before her perfume

 

— Robert Witmer

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Frozen in headwinds 

the open wings of seagulls

black against the sand

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— C. W. Bryan

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Lawnmower broken,

our croquet court still hiding

beneath gold hawkweed

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— R. W. Watkins 

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roadside jail

 

the harsh glare

of summer sun

 

on eye-straining

high-wire

fences

 

— Jianqing Zheng

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Blankets stored away

and the windows wide open 

first day of summer 

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— Priscilla Lignori

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Chargeable trimmer

            the faint scent of white lilacs

            as the motor dies

 

— R. W. Watkins

 

 

each dewdrop wraps a sun—morning glory

 

— Jianqing Zheng

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falling through the cracks 
of a park picnic table 
stripes of noon sunlight 

 

— Shelli Jankowski-Smith

 

 

behind young couple

bickering in city park

cherry trees blooming

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— Jerome Berglund

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March’s sudden melt—

cat tracks becoming wolf tracks

by late afternoon

 

— R. W. Watkins

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To the Fed Ex place 

dropping off another box 

sprinkled with snowflakes  

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— Priscilla Lignori

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at the flower shop

tulips flirt from the doorway—

May in December

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— Natasha Gauthier

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Nightmare and nightmares

Loving the light of the day

Nightmare and nightmares

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— Robin Tilley

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vespertine prayers

the susurrus of corn stalks

in the autumn wind

 

— Joshua St. Claire

 

 

rolling in shadow

the pony colt releases

some mountain madness

 

— Edward Baranosky

 

 

hammock suspended between earth and sky—you make your own horizon

 

— Lynda Zwinger

 

 

high noon all the animals we see unlucky

 

— Jerome Berglund

 

 

Editorial staff (subject to change or expand): Amanda Williams, Llyw Evans

 

 

Submissions should be emailed to the staff at haikuavenue@gmail.com.

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Haiku Avenue is not in any way affiliated with Haiku Canada or any other haiku organization, society or advocacy group that entails a paid membership.

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