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This! Just up thanks to an invite from @robmclennan.bsky.social . Photo for fun! Part of a manuscript I am working on thanks to support from an Ontario Arts Council Recommender Grant & Palimpsest Books.
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speechless this evening I'm a lamp
Modern Haiku # 57.1 Winter-Spring 2026
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It's a wonderful experience to have one's poem discussed in re:Virals. With gratitude to Keith Evetts for choosing my senryu for this week's commentary.
thehaikufoundation.org/revirals-544/
Many thanks to Vandana Parashar and FemkuMag team for including my two poems in #FemkuMag, issue 41.
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#haiku #micropoetry #writingcommunity #honourkilling #internationalwomensday
The fantastic inaugural issue of Only Human: English Language Senryu is out!
Many thanks to AJ Wentz and David Oates for including four of my poems.
#senryu
www.onlyhumansenryu.com
newly posted: Lydia Unsworth : At Last I Have Been Here Long Enough: some notes on an urban poetics / @lydiaunsworth.bsky.social @versefest-ottawa.bsky.social ;
periodicityjournal.blogspot.com/2026/04/lydi...
newly posted: Andy Weaver : Two poems / @ucalgarypress.bsky.social ;
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Haiku by my father:
incense
fills the cathedral square
game of chess
- George Klacsanzky
#haiku #poetry #poem
cat yoga for #caturday
Throwback to a recent poem that appeared in @havehashad.com. I don't write a lot about sobriety and recovery but am glad this one found a home at HAD ✨
the long loop back
to where we started
a toothless grin
#senryu
#SenryuSunday
from THE PARACHUTIST sundress publications.
Tuesday poem #677 : Emilie Lafleur : UNTITLED / @aelaq.bsky.social @montrealprize.bsky.social ;
dusie.blogspot.com/2026/03/tues...
A recent memory from 5-7-5 Haiku Journal edited by DJ Tyrer:
archaeology
finding in an old bottle
remains of a breath
#haiku #senryu #micropoetry #archaeology #drinking #breath
Link: 575haikujournal.wordpress.com
The following tanka is presented on faded yellow background and illustrated with a sumi-e painting of rain striking clumps of grass. flecked green the dried lawn after rain- suddenly I remember growth is possible
flecked green
the dried lawn
after rain-
suddenly I remember
growth is possible
#tanka
Find more haiku and haibun here: kasasagi.blog
deserted trail —
this mossy spruce heavy
with my breath
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Published in English-Speaking Union of Japan, final issue, 2026
#haiku #poetry #poem
"Of the Workers at the Great Northern Cannery, West Vancouver" by Kevin Irie, from the new issue of @eventmags.bsky.social.
This issue also features four more Notes on Writing! 🥳
www.eventmagazine.ca/product/even...
hiding in my brain
that one spider
i pretended to spare
#haikufeels (occupy)
#haiku
spring morning stroll —
the growing urgency
alongside the path
#haiku #HaikuSaturday
low tide
generations of jetsam
in the basement
#senryu
#dailyhaikuprompt
#haiku
early spring –
teens shoveling
the skateboard park
Acorn 43, Fall 2019
#haiku
Daniel Shank Cruz’s poem “shoestring fries another tariff”
I have a poem in the new issue of Modern Haiku!
The following haiku is presented on faded yellow background and illustrated with a sumi-e painting of a crow etched on the rim of a wheelie bin garbage truck a crow on the empty bin
garbage truck
a crow
on the empty bin
Find more haiku and haibun here: kasasagi.blog
Zombie Extras Visit 7-11 Every night they return, tripping down the hill in tattered t-shirts, hospital gowns flapping, glucose syrup glistening red across their chins and throats. They seem tired of this death as they pour hazelnut coffees and buy boxes of Sour Patch Kids and chat about what they’ll do once they get back to living: exfoliate the earth off their arms, maybe hold their baby niece, or gnaw a porterhouse steak to the bone. They talk about the way they died today: crossbow bolt, gatling gun. One shows off the tread marks on his blazer where he was flattened by a tank.
And when one of the dead gets a text, she winces at her phone's bright light— “They started filming again,” she groans. “This is why,” one says, “we call the dead ‘late’.” It’s a steep climb, going back. The dead hold onto each other in case one of them slips.
here's my poem "Zombie Extras Visit 7-11," one of three new ones just out from the new journal @bulbregion.bsky.social!
"They seem tired of this death
as they pour hazelnut coffees
and buy boxes of Sour Patch Kids..."
very grateful to appear in this delightful journal
Tony Pupello, Editor🙏🏼
tsuri-dōrō
#haiku
sitting in traffic—
through the sunroof
underbellies of geese
#haiku #haikusaturday