Peregrine Haiku Anthology September 7, 2023

… haiku poetry excels in one of the rarest of the artistic virtues, the virtue of knowing when to stop; of knowing when enough has been said.

 

Alan Watts

 

Anything can be put to use in a haiku. Depending on how you do it, you can put anything to use. People who say “You should not use the word X” or “You should not do X” simply don’t know how to make use of X.

 

Hasegawa Kai

 

first cool September morning

catbird wrenching its cry

wrenching its cry

 

Wally Swist

 

Dusk — boy

smashing dandelions

With a stick

 

Jack Kerouac

 

reading Walden with                              new eyes                              pandemic
Scott Glander

 

emergency exit the kite my mask makes when I take it off
Agnes Eva Savich

 

In September

The sky wears

A lined kimono.

 

Issa

 

bearing down

on a borrowed pen

do not resuscitate

 

Yu Chang

 

The cold behind the large tree trunk is quiet indeed

 

Hasegawa Sosei

 

Just when the sermon

has finally dirtied my ears —

the cuckoo

 

Shiki

 

I go out alone

to visit a man alone

in this autumn dusk

 

Buson

 

one citron

I pluck

from the evening sky

 

Santoka Taneda

 

I am nobody:

A red sinking autumn sun

Took my name away.

 

Richard Wright

 

a spring nap

downstream cherry trees

in bud

 

Jane Reichhold

 

silent after

the shooting

stars

 

Joshua Eric Williams

 

summer sky

how could nothing

be so blue

 

Brad Bennett

 

slave quarters

in one brick

a thumbprint

 

Crystal Simone Smith

 

ghosting each other

         a tree

    and its leaves

 

Fay Aoyagi

 

reaching for green pears —

the pull

of an old scar

 

Peggy Willis Lyles

 

wind in the sagebrush —

the same dusty color

the smell of it

 

Elizabeth Searle Lamb

 

mountain ridge —

hemlock arms reach out to where

the wind went

 

Ruth Yarrow

 

hitchhiking

on the milky way

every star passes me by

 

Mike Rehling