My father’s old key has been in the kitchen drawer for years. It opens nothing now. Sometimes I turn it in my fingers before putting it back.
the winter solstice
a blackbird turns in the snow
toward the dark hedge
By Jacek Margolak
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My father’s old key has been in the kitchen drawer for years. It opens nothing now. Sometimes I turn it in my fingers before putting it back.
the winter solstice
a blackbird turns in the snow
toward the dark hedge
By Jacek Margolak
sage moss underfoot
a susurration of leaves
i breathe in fresh air
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yellow butterflies
the warmth of English Summers
in her sunray pleats
This hidden pattern –
The moon over glass buildings:
It is not yet dark.
Author of Forget Russia
reading mom’s teenage journal
the loops in her script
bubbling over with crushes
This is an example of the inverted 7-5-7 haiku form.
Author of Cotton Moon
Crossing the crossroads
Alter the experiment
Misty pine sunsets
A brief note is all
Breaking a year-long silence
Warming winter’s chill
A reminder of this void
Your absence is cold as ice
By DJ Tyrer
Originally published in A New Ulster
Late spring in Iran,
flock of seagulls, ships waiting
– couldn’t get away.
ninjas and pirates
battle across brown paper
who rules third-grade math
An escape after
the heinous carnage… the road
seems to be chill cold.