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kernels Summer 2013 haiku

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cattails where the red-winged blackbirds used to perch John Soules, CAN

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first hot day blinded by the flash of white flesh Rachel Sutcliffe, UK

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black swans preening each other we come clean Rodney Williams, AUS

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blackberry jam the sweet taste of summer dust Angela Terry, USA

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clover meadows– bowing into their shadows young ewes Maire Morrissey-Cummins, Ireland

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the old path lost in a gloomy woods . . . distant bells u mračnoj šumi izgubljena stara staza . . . daleka zvona Sasa Vazic', Serbia

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dandelion fields at the edge of hot sand the moon is a beacon Tatjana Debeljacki, Serbia

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first sunlight then shadow a swinging loveseat Patricia Kelly (Roswila), USA

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my silence full of cicadas in my hut Ernesto P Santiago, Phillipines

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it stopped in her blue irises fast-flying bird zaustavlja se u modrim zjenicama brzi let ptice Željko Špoljar, Croatia

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returning home under the gills of a big fish a willow stick povratak s Česme pod škrgama velike ribe vrbov kolac Djurdja Vuklic' Rozic', Croatia

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river walk– the scent of lilacs and fresh tar

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white wind scouring the breakwater a seagull’s cry Lorin Ford, AUS

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migrating butterflies— her hand on mine heightens the baby's movements Chad Lee Robinson, USA

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a profusion of stars after-rain lilacs buhos ng mga bituin ang mga lila na naulanan Alegria Imperial, CAN

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echoing sky . . . a woodpecker sounds the pine Mark E. Brager, USA

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summer rains the climate changes between us Aron Rothstein, USA

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lake's edge a swan soaks dry bread with its beak rub jezera labud namače suhi kruh kljunom Zlata Bogovic', Croatia

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ocean sounds I pass a conch from my ear to hers ெப��கட�ஒலிக�

Adelaide B. Shaw, USA

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a long way . . . the flapping of magpie wings fills the dark dug put . . . lepršanje svračjih krila ispunjava mrak Sasa Vazic', Serbia

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field clover bending to the weight of a bumblebee Ben Moeller-Gaa, USA

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summer night connecting the dots John Soules, CAN (Editor's Choice)

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scattered grains after the harvest feasting birds prosuto zrnje nakon žetve na njivi gozba pticama Ljubica Kolaric' Dumic', Croatia

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plum petals sailing eastward on the Sava . . . latice šljive plove Savom - ka istoku putuju . . . Ljubomir Radovancevic', Croatia

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எ காதிலி�� அவ�� ஊ�ச�ைக மா�றிேன Ramesh Anand, India

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heat wave over but lingering moments drip by drip Raffael de Gruttola, USA

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snow fence it can't hold back the spring Mike Rehling, USA

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cicadas in the sky a new shade of blue Vessislava Savova, Bulgaria

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early morning light along the river byways beaver at work Ayaz Daryl Nielsen, USA

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a summer evening walking arm in arm with the warmth noćnu tišinu pustom ulicom valja stari pijanica Hristina Pandjaridis, Bulgaria

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tethered this boat and I . . . autumn dusk Carol Judkins, USA

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tumbleweeds the wooden cross without a name William Scott Galasso, USA

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May Day the jingling shins of Morris dancers André Surridge, NZ

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surveyor's flags an inchworm measures the clothes line Barbara Snow, USA

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through shade trees a narrow beam of quiet S. M. Abeles, USA

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what to say what not to say autumn rain Mark Smith, USA

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deep night the canyon walls echo my solitude Johnny Baranski, USA

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morning prayer a branch at my window beaded with rain Bill Kenney, USA

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Indian summer sweaters returned to the drawer

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an old drunkard night stillness rolling over the street Malvina Mileta, Croatia

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bullfinch the squeaking hinge of a child’s swing Cynthia Rowe, AUS

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countryside wherever I go cobs of maize na selu gdje god pošla polja kukuruza Marija Pogorilić, Croatia

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scattered grains after the harvest feasting birds prosuto zrnje nakon žetve na njivi gozba pticama Ljubica Kolaric'Dumic', Croatia

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in the garden a cardinal whistles changing light Louisa Howerow, CAN

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crab holes gasp under my footprints . . . receding wave Kala Ramesh, India

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the glitter

Patricia Prime, NZ

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scent of lilacs in the stillness my mother's voice Louisa Howerow, CAN

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the scent of a watered garden . . . twittering sparrows Dawn Bruce, AUS

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where forest meets water the night of fireflies Kala Ramesh, India

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thirty fifth autumn . . . a railway bridge peeps out of the fog Trideset peta . . . jesen. Zheleznichki most viri iz magle Damir Damir, Montenegro

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swing bridge a wishbone charm on the hiker’s wrist Cynthia Rowe, AUS

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pulsating heat my heart is pulsating too from the lizard's threat Pulsira pulsira jara pulsira moje srce i guša guštera Rajna Beogovic' (1939-2011), Serbia

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of tall buildings winter moon Bill Kenney, USA

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Slug trail on the porch . . . Now, I understand my life David H. Rosen, USA (Editor's Choice)

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salt water taffy on the promenade a bitter wind Johnny Baranski, USA

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wind sweeps the tall grasses . . . morning jazz Mark Smith, USA

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severe frost robin song thaws the graveyard André Surridge, NZ

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the stillness waiting in a puddle April clouds Barbara Snow, USA

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evening sky a pale moon behind listless trees R K Singh, India

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sudden storm losing power in the argument

the kite— carrying the last sunrays in its wings Aju Mukhopadhyay, India

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a summer day the old dog licking its own shadow Hristina Pandjaridis, Bulgaria

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monsoon dusk the flood carrying my shattered dreams ப�வமைழ�கால அ�தி ெபா!� என� ெநா#�கிய கன%கைள எ'(�)ெச�*+ ெவ�ள+

Ramesh Anand, India

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new leaves the urge to ride no-handed Michele L. Harvey, USA

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centered in his ripples bufflehead drake Aron Rothstein, USA (Editor's Choice)

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Mother's Day a pillowcase billows with fiddleheads Alan Bridges, USA

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sere grasses— summer threads unraveling Debbie Strange, CAN

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Ben Moeller-Gaa, USA

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daybreak . . . portulaca blossoms still closed зазоряване... цветовете на калдаръмчето все още затворени Diana Teneva, Bulgaria

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rooted tree— he is in deep thought autumn leaves Pravat Kumar Padhy, India

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the surprise of a reclining crescent early darkness Peggy Heinrich, USA

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mud wasps in the mailbox postage due Tricia Knoll, USA

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day by day our friendship grows— gardening talk Anne Curran, NZ

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threatening sky the distant hills in deep shadow Adelaide B. Shaw, USA

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battle in the sky it will be a free fall a gull and crow bitka na nebu slobodni bit će pad galeb i vrana Dinko Sule, Croatia

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walking mown paths through hip-high buttercups . . . dull skies forgotten Kirsty Karkow, USA

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this house . . . the restlessness of shadows ova kuća . . . nemir uzdrhtalih senki Sasa Vazic', Serbia

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curtain sway a paper wasp explores the open door Kirsten Cliff, NZ

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after the Gospel the flutter of a trapped sparrow Mark E. Brager, USA

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ice storm a rainbow coats the power line Angela Terry, USA

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frozen web only the spider knows the weight of a moth Aine MacAodha, UK

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the sun slowly drawing blades of grass my bare feet sunce strpljivo bronzom crta vlati trave bronze bosa stopala Tatjana Debeljacki, Serbia

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no corner without at least a speck of sunlight memorial garden Patricia Kelly (Roswila), USA

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sunrise— tracks from the night in dewy grass Rose Soldo, Bosnia and Herzegovina

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empty fountain the smell of thunder and heavy rain Mihajlo Mika Pavlovic', Serbia

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hiking alone a new path opens up Claudette Russell, USA

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in the night an odd warble turns summer to fall Tricia Knoll, USA

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a four-leaf clover in the widower's garden roses bloom with weeds Victor P. Gendrano, Phillipines

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billowing clouds— the clothesline strung with summer Sondra J. Byrnes, USA

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sea glass– I thread the colours of a winter sky Lorin Ford, USA

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bright edge of the moon coming out of an eclipse Marje Dyck, CAN

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the calf roper's lasso spinning overhead summer clouds Chad Lee Robinson, USA (Editor's Choice)

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the scent of lilacs what will she smile about at fifty? Thomas Chockley, USA

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sudden shower scarlet maple leaves more scarlet Elaine Riddell, NZ

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Matsushima . . . holding this moonlit night under the pines Chen-ou Liu, CAN

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staccato of rain the silence between them is deafening Victor P. Gendrano, Phillipines

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still pond the frog's half-closed eyes atop a lotus John J. Han, USA

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thoughts of home . . . I rake last year's leaves for compost Chen-ou Liu, CAN

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holiday traffic even the rain at a standstill Rachel Sutcliffe, UK

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owl at dusk— on the shroud of snow a hut's shade hibou au crépuscule— sur le linceul de neige l'ombre d'une cabane Minh-Triêt PHAM, France

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thin sun my husband and I share a teabag

loosestrife how easily loneliness can spread Dawn Apanius, USA

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outgoing tide a barnacled pile fingers the wind James Chessing, USA (Editor's Choice)

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night rain spreads over the moss and a snail noćna kiša polegla na mahovinu i puža Zlata Bogovic', Croatia

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a grain of sand stays in my suitcase the memento зрно пијеска чувам на дну кофера за успомену Branka Vojinovic'-Jegdic', Montenegro

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rumble… cosseted moonbeams burst on her night danarudor. . . nabuak dagiti nakalemmeng a raniag ti bulan iti sipngetna Alegria Imperial, CAN

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swifts chase the last embers of the day ah the years pass

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Michele L. Harvey, USA

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an old dog barks at the foreclosed house winter solstice Chen-ou Liu, CAN

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boats rock between the stars– harbour night Maire Morrissey-Cummins, Ireland

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storm forecast even the crickets refuse to sing Victor P. Gendrano, Phillipines

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end of Ghost Month the moon and I make our way through the night Chen-ou Liu, CAN

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how a poet bends the summer wind . . . day lilies Alegria Imperial, CAN

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summer stream my feet dipping into tao John J. Han, USA

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summer thunder the temperature drops on our conversation

Andy Pomphrey, UK

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lighting a match you instantly hide the moonlight Liz Moura, USA

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mountain sitting— near a river to ponder over the future Deepak Chaswal, India

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choppy Irish Sea failing to dislodge this red starfish Maeve O'Sullivan, Ireland

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fragment of shell the bubble of firelight in the fog . . . James Chessing, USA

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from hot asphalt this blister on my foot — a beer poster Vruć asvalt I plik na mom tabanu— reklama piva Tatjana Stefanovic', Serbia

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hand in hand we walk back home . . . the Milky Way Rodney Williams, AUS

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Tricia Knoll, USA

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night star the inevitability of dawn Anne Curran, NZ

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a couple crows on the suspension bridge nearly sunset Mihajlo Mika Pavlovic', Serbia

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Florida sun dancing before harvest a corn snake’s tongue Robert Piotrowski, CAN

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a pale moon mirrored in the lake a trembling doe Rose Solodo, Bosnia and Herzegovina

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beach party empty beer bottles sing with a salt breeze Rachel Sutcliffe, UK

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falling leaves my quilting scraps lie in a new pattern Frances Jones, USA (Editor's Choice)

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a dying sunflower on the window's edge— summer twilight meurt un tournesol sur le bord de la fenêtre— crépuscule d'automne Minh-Triêt PHAM, France

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a kestrel fast as an errant dart my revery broken Neal Whitman, USA

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(Some of the Croatian haiku were translated by Djurdja Vukelic' Rozic'; Some of the Serbian haiku were translated by Sasa Vazic', and others were translated by individual authors.)

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Editor's Haiku Choices

Slug trail on the porch . . . Now, I understand my life

David H. Rosen, USA

As my Editor’s Choice, I've selected this deceptively plain haiku by David H. Rosen, as a fine example of what the haiku genre

is about, man and nature.

David's haiku is an equilibrium which contains feelings of uncertainty and hints of self-mockery, seemingly a somewhat

despondent and detached description of his own life, as well as the unfathomable beauty he perceived in the slug’s silver trail, as a metaphor for one’s own legacy. A crafty comparison of a natural phenomenon to both the plight and the blessings of mankind .

. . what scholarly scope!

I realize that poetry is a "living art form" and will always be evolving forward or reverting back full circle.Therefore the gift to

be simple and stick to it when everyone around you is experimenting by pushing the boundaries, and trying to come off as a complex intellectual, is a difficult path.

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David is a complex intellectual which is why I believe he has already mastered simple. His moment reflects only the pureness and simplicity of nature as it is, and states this clearly through mention of something as mundane as a slug, then he adds the

surprise juxtaposition.

My Editor's Choices are never based on the number of lines, since format to me has nothing to do with content, nor do I think a

kigo is mandatory, although I do believe that at least some "feeling" of the natural world is a must, as well as a setting, subject, verb, and an aha, no matter in what order they appear.

Unfortunately, there are others out there today who are publishing "short poems" of any type or kind under the guise of haiku.

While this may be fine for mainstream poetry, imo, it's a whole different story when it comes to Japanese and eastern aesthetics. David’s haiku is an exceptional example of "yugen".

~~~ ~~~the calf roper's lasso spinning overhead

summer clouds

Chad Lee Robinson, USA

For this EC, what great visuals! Haiku poet Chad Lee Robinson gives us a "lasso" in his opening line, we can see it "spinning overhead" in line 2, but wait! in line 3 we are allowed to see "summer clouds" through that lasso. Keeping the haiku cohesive

throughout is an important point to its success. This haiku is more than words, it is a picture. However it isn't just a pretty picture, it has a very definite wide setting, an interesting subject, an action verb, and surprise follow through. Nature is involved as well

as the human element. It has everything a haiku should have no matter if it was written years ago or just yesterday.

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summer night connecting the dots

John Soules, CAN

As I said, line formatting means nothing if everything is there, as-in this one-line haiku by John Soule from Canada. What do you see as the setting, subject, verb, and aha? I can imagine a whole sky (wide setting) full of stars (subject) connected (verb) "dot by

dot" (aha), similar to a game some of us played as children. The fact that John left out any mention of stars is as skillful as it gets in this zen-style (but not incomplete) haiku moment. A very well done haiku!

~~~ ~~~falling leaves

my quilting scraps lie in a new pattern

Frances Jones, USA

Another fine EC by Frances Jones from Oregon. What a superb example of absolute juxtaposition, a feeling of the natural world

plus human interface, who could ask for anything more? Frances mentions no colors, and yet you see them vividly in her new quilt pattern.

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centered in his ripples bufflehead drake

Aron Rothstein, USA

A nice one-liner written by Aron Rothstein. Normally I would recommend to an author that he use "its" instead of "his" or "hers",

however with the last word being "drake", Aron reinforces the use of "his". The word "ripples" is the setting, "centered" is the

verb", "bufflehead drake" is the subject, and the zoom effect is notable. The "aha" in this haiku would be the wonderful symmetry that the visuals create.

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outgoing tide

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a barnacled pile fingers the wind

James Chessing, USA

I chose this haiku by James because it is a fine example of how to skilfully use a hint of personification. I am totally against

blatant personification in any haiku, so this was a refreshing find.

The visuals of the pile of barnacles fingering the wind, is very powerful. The way James has used "fingers" as a verb, refers not to the barnacle having fingers, rather it means that the "legs"( which they do have) of the barnacles "finger" the wind.

This haiku has a wide setting which is the "outgoing tide", an interesting subject of barnacles in a pile, an action verb correctly

placed on line three, and the follow through of "the wind". It has a syllable count of 4, 5, 4 which demonstrates how well a short,

long, short rhythm works.

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an'ya, haiku editor

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