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WHC Vanguard - Real Haiku

 

Real Haiku
Susumu Takiguchi, Editor
Oxford, UK

 

In no particular order

 

 
trade tower rubble -
two severed hands clasped
one black one white

Nancy Stewart Smith		 their bond of love
remains unbroken
double suicide

Victor P. Gendrano
 
Hold her hand guard
Round world nowhere -
simply gone.

Barbara Shepherd		 changing the subject
from anthrax symptoms -
snake into a hole

Linda Robeck
 
as my mother dies,
I set out hot water pans
to kill the house fleas

Michael McClintock		 prepaid funeral
we upgrade the casket
to shaker pine

Joann Klontz
 
eyes still open
the mouse lies a nose away
from the bait

Victor P. Gendrano		 first visit to granddad -
he puts his glass eyes in
and looks toward me

Nancy Stewart Smith
 
decades later,
night terrors still fester on
moonless nights: round eyes!

Denis Garrison		 a wrapped baby
in the bottom of a trash can
looking up at the stars

Michael McClintock
 

 

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