invisible
connections
our phones touch briefly
~Melissa
Dennison
Down
we go like a submarine sweet dissolving sugar
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
mortality
grey skies that don't clear up
~dan smith
Can’t
move time there’s no point purple prairie sage
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
Yarrow
fields thick fog but we’ll make it through
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
Honeysuckle
a gloomy day passes for a new dawn
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
e-bikes
gateway drug
to
demolition derby
~Jennifer Gurney
demolition
big house on the street
eats
itself
~RJ Humbl’
After Liu Tsung-yüan
The birds don’t fly in these mountains now.
No footprints mark the road.
One boat, one man, one straw hat
and
fish beneath river snow.
~Noah Berlatsky
Words
Words
get deep in a natural morning.
~ Partha Sarkar
high gas prices
the body bags
keep
filling up
~dan smith
Visitation Rites
dad took Rusty
to the vet
both long dead
I
finally cry
~dan smith
All Out
Arriving
now and again trying to be mighty, as we ponder what to say,
insects
living in our words as we dare to pretend, as we scoop up
adjectives
in the open fields and read them to the bees.
And the moon, a ruined monument rusts.
Let
it be that it was never said the words became old walking on
crutches.
~John Vlachos
Vegetable Talk
There
you are I see you now, as you become emblem, pledging a dream to
the
Robin Redbreast, an oath to the sparrows, a promise to the gadflies
and insinuating circumstances, emailing themselves the proper way
with an icon attached…disrobing the statue before it walks away.
~John Vlachos
on the street
a woman washes clothes
her
zebra legs
~Tejendra Sherchan
Open
now: The Pan Haiku Review 7
https://www.callofthepage.org/the-pan-haiku-review/
(email: panhaikureview@gmail.com)
Open
all of July: Cornflower Magazine
https://haikudingen.be/magazine/
