John Hawkhead





gravel in my knees
from the pilgrimage to you
your gentle tweezers
gradual rain
pattering the willow leaves
her hand slips from mine
purple night clouds
buffeting under moonlight
her lingering scent
under winter clouds
the old rook pecks at bent straw
through the scarecrow’s hat
an acorn
split from cup to tip
the newborn’s hare lip



John Hawkhead is a writer of haiku and other short poetry forms. His work has been published all over the world in small press magazines and the Internet. His book of poetry and haiku Witness is available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and iTunes.

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Pijush Kanti Deb


Three Haiku


Diplomats can have
a mango or a sorrel
never a jack-fruit.


A flower gets
its beauty and fragrance
from a blissful heart.


Two pockets transact
hidden export and import
under a table.




Pijush Kanti Deb is an Associate Professor in Economics and has had more than 120 poems and haiku  accepted or published by Indian and international publishers since June 2013.  Publications include Tajmahal review, Camel Saloon Blog Spot, E-pao.Net, Dead Snake Blog, Spot, Down in the Dirt, Poetic Monthly Magazine, Poems and Poetry Blog, Gean Tree Haiku Journal,
The Voice Project ,Calvary Cross, Pennine Ink and The Artistic Muse.

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Angelee Deodhar


Three Haiku


under pond ice
colored maple leaves-
candy brittle


dawn song-
the Alsation catches a red ball
in mid air


my long shadow lost within
the trees



Angelee Deodhar is an eye surgeon by profession, and a haiku poet and artist from India. Her haiku/haiga have been published internationally in various books, journals and on the internet.

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Andrew Pidoux




20 Haiku and Senryu


The candles glimmer,
The tables are paved with wax:
We’ll be buried soon


Where is the wildlife?
Oh I forgot – it’s London.
We are the wildlife


A stuffed fox for lunch?
But it’s just a cabinet
In a dark old pub


Skull and crossbones flag
Flapping on a narrow boat –
Backwater pirate


Deer in the clearing,
Why does your candelabrum
Cast so much strange light?


The river flowing
Through my neighbour’s back garden
Is actually mine


The pond in that lake
Can only be seen by those
Wearing blue glasses


A man with no head
Approached me this afternoon
Though it was near dark


The dream of childhood –
To be bigger than your dad,
Quicker than your mum


I used to be fat
But I got lost in a fridge,
Came back out immune


My orange juice is
A sort of microcosm –
I don’t know what of


Sunset at the ranch:
The whole sky cracks an egg,
Unboils itself


My shoes stare at me,
Reflecting my gloomy face
Like a bright idea


Thread me this needle;
My eyes see camels ok
But not other eyes


No one is as free
As the street cleaner at dawn,
Sweeping up our lives


I saw an old fox
Sniffing round your bins again –
What are you hiding?


They fired me. But why?
Perhaps I was too honest
Regarding their lies


Heat wave in London –
A naked businesswoman
Loses her job too


The ranch fences twang—
Roadrunner making music
On barbed harpsichords


A life like a dream
Ends by tumbling from a roof
Without a pillow



Andrew Pidoux is the author of Year of the Lion (Salt, 2010), and the winner of an Eric Gregory Award (1999). Recent haiku of his have appeared in Haiku Quarterly, Monkey Kettle, Noctua, Paper Wasp and Time Haiku.

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David Hutt






dad used to say
one day, you’ll understand  -
now I understand


bald hitchhiker
writing poems on velvet –
low calorie Buddah


my parents -
I tarred and feathered


i am familiar
with the sound
of your footsteps leaving


tin of loose change
give me something –
you bastard



David Hutt grew up in London. Every now and then he tries normal work and stability, but it never lasts long. He has published short-stories and poems in several international publications. A regular twitter user, follow him at @davidhutt1990.

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Ramesh Anand




autumn sky
patches of twilight
in the falling leaf

distant hill
a river carrying
the spring


peak hour . . .
a flock of sparrows pass
the evening moon


sun bath
an eagle circles
the day moon

rainbow season
warmth and coldness
in me



Ramesh Anand authored Newborn Smiles, a book of haiku poetry published by Cyberwit.Net Press. His haiku and tanka has appeared in many publications, across 14 countries. His haiku has been translated in German, Serbian, Japanese, Croatian, Romanian, Telugu and Tamil. He blogs at

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Roger Jones



A Photo from the Fifties

snow globe
shaking up a new maelstrom
watching it settle

Overnight, a snowstorm has claimed our town. The neighbor’s houses and yards are coated.  Snow swallows the old DeSoto.  No one’s outside except my father, sister, and two cousins, all of whom run across the empty lot next door. They’ve taken sides for a snowball fight.  My cousin, father, lean to wad up new snowballs. My sister, dodging a cousin’s throw, is laughing.  In the foreground, aged five or so, I’m just off the porch in my furry ear-muffs. Mouth open, I’m shouting at whoever is taking the picture.

her sudden laughter –
a sheet of ice comes sliding
off the church roof

winter boots by the door
a round puddle
growing on the newspaper




Roger Jones has published haiku, haibun and tanka in various journals over the past few years.  His haibun collection Goodbye, selected as the Snapshot Press e-chapbook award winner for 2012-13, will be published soon.  He teaches writing in Texas, and has published three other collections of poetry.  Twitter: @haibunator

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