Morning of January 25, 2025

 

Open all of January: https://kokako10.wordpress.com/Submissions/

liquesce of my loneliness melting dew drops


~Pravat Kumar Padhy

cricketsong a conversation with my pancreas


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

quantum entanglement a pathway to the cosmic villages


~Pravat Kumar Padhy

just a dame dusting off the antimatter

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

winter wind—

i fill the cracks

with chocolate

~Anne Fox

feeding feral cats…

all these wild dreams

return

~Anne Fox

K i n t s u g i

Awake and aware

The scalpel is there

Cuts in my face

Will help me place

What's right or wrong

Life is where I belong

Stitched up and plastered

Kintsugi on my cheek

Fault lines of the past

Joined up at last

~Olinda Ninolakis

not looking down

as the drone passes over

with a trap door

~Stephen Jarrell Williams

the world knows

a lot

about a little

and a little

about a lot

~Stephen Jarrell Williams

high on the mountain

easy to be a saint

no temptations

unless one counts a desire

to step off the bluff

truly becoming nothing


~Tom Blessing

three Bodhisattvas

smack, slap, and eye poke dharma

Larry, Curly, Moe

~Nicholas De Marino

unhinged biscuit

pillow talk

the buttered crannies

of forgiveness

~Terri L. French / Kelly Sauvage Moyer

old flame

the radiant heat

of absolute zero


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Aging

Is a waxed camellia

Overgrown

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

escape velocity

the end

of her ellipses

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Last day to submit: https://failedhaiku.com/submissions-guidelines/

Afternoon of January 24, 2025

 

every city grows vertically

snow falls vertically

the coffin is horizontal

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

Shadows in Jail

 

Shadows from the snow fence

stretch in jail-cell menace

across the drift blowing higher

in an attempt to escape

and race across the flats

to riot between highway lines

in the do-not-pass zone.

~Diane Webster

Sleep Still

 

Ponderosa pine needles

encased in ice weave

together like a spider web

knitted with January’s

breath frozen silent

so the predator spider

still sleeps its hibernation.

~Diane Webster

Path View

 

Barbed wire spirals

around wooden fence post

like cartoon bumblebee’s

path dotted for the audience's

viewing pleasure.

~Diane Webster

diamonds underfoot one grain of rice glistens

~Richard Magahiz

bird drinks voice

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

off the map coast-to-coast madness

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

the old master bleeds scriptures written in water

~Richard Magahiz

If I had a time machine

I would go back

and helplessly change nothing.

I would have no power to change anything.

But at least they would not have happened

all the things we knew would happen

and could not stop.

~Noah Berlatsky

like a crooked bone

rubbing against

its socket

a sputtering

inner planet

~Richard Magahiz

Journey or Destination

 

If the tree had never grown

on top of the hill,

would the side-by-side

trails of the road

have been made

to reach it?

~Diane Webster