• Anna Maris

    the way to work
    the way home from work
    winter darkness

    The Haiku Calendar 2020 (Snapshot Press, 2019)


  • Anna Maris

    our promise to stay
    in touch

    Museum of Haiku Literature Award, Blithe Spirit 30.1, 2020


  • Elmedin Kadric


    still takes rifles for deep woods


    do hone
    the small distances
    at home


    six feet under one worm another


    sobering up fog-fitting the mold


    for the longest night a white knight


    writhing. besides. I.
    there. is. only.
    one. life.


    puckering her mouth knows multiple ways in


  • Elmedin Kadric

    the fragrance
    of snow

    The Heron's Nest, Volume XXI, Number 3: September 2019


  • Elmedin Kadric

    sticking to the moon
    in the river


    rose scent
    she lets me in
    on a secret


    the first
    open grave


    wild violets
    all the stories
    about herself



  • Elmedin Kadric

    only no bluebird foibles all


    not unlike the evaporating cloud still leading the sky by the hand


    a simple fact attached to her autumn branch


    until you shake the day off this bearded iris


    here all night the cloudlessness of stars


  • Elmedin Kadric

    the breeze
    in many ways


    a new day
    speaks for itself


    in her head
    it's a sin
    spring rain


    home from war
    the first thing to go
    is the forsythia

  • Kadric, Elmedin

    oar history with an or


    dug well articulated


    a fire from now on now on


    atone the day it caws to crows


    morning after the lakeside foliage of a mother


    planting one less star the sea lacks


    not only the concept of an old man in the mirror


    a lot of holding after a shadow flares into flesh


    too late never is what it pretends to be


    God not another staring contest

  • Kadric, Elmedin

    in puddles
    stars coming up
    for air

    Acorn #39, Fall 2017

  • Kadric, Elmedin

    dandelion fluff
    telling my long-lost sister
    the story of us


    nothing but
    nothing but
    spring wind


    dawn lake
    all it takes
    is silence


    the comfort
    of warmth


    born again
    she sings the blues
    in red


    we linger a while
    in her private garden

  • Marcus Liljedahl

    waiting room
    low voices locked inside
    closed doors


    snow falls
    from branch to branch...
    moonlit river


  • Maris, Anna

    don’t even go there wild blackberries


    grey skkkies the weak liiinnnes connecccting us


    he doesn't believe me ant-eater


    between this searing heat and the sky my lifespan


    drowning slowly the sound as we walk