A Year in My Garden
by Charmain Boyakovsky

I
Life in my garden
Follows the changing seasons,
Not the whims of men. 

II
Little spheres of fire,
Rosettes of Summer chillies.
Beauty belies pain. 

III
Languid Summer wind.
Blossoms drift for a moment.
Wisps of nothingness. 

IV
Huge birds nest ferns.
Autumn sentinels guarding
The life force within. 

V
Grey billowing clouds.
Gnarled branches, crags and hollows.
Winter gravitas. 

VI
Gardening in Spring.
Warm sun, soft earth, dirty hands.
Time loses meaning.

Fire Above the Below
by Christopher McLeod 

I. Wind Above
Wind flows without you,
Breeze of cool and calm delights,
Brings closure in mind. 

II. The Moon
Star drops on the moon,
Enlighten the soul’s eye mind,
Where sparrows sing bright. 

III. Coos Below
Flitter, flutter birds,
Flows wings above the awning,
Coos heard in the night. 

IV. Sun Anew
Quiet is the dawn,
A new day is born astride,
Where sun sleeps anew.

V. Plumes Abound
Plumes of smoke abound,
Horizon red the fire path,
Destruction comes soon.

VI. Fire Above the Below
All is well in mind,
Parched and burnt the land below,
As birds flee above.

Haiku
by Lily Begg

I
Not much of a plan,
But enough to keep them still
And waiting. Listen. 

II
Some limbs and a heart-
What can we do with just this?
Dancing! Yes, dancing. 

IV
Fill a salt shaker
With flies and dried peas, just so 
No more salt fits through.

Earthly Sorrows
by Christopher McLeod

I. A Soul unskilled
Disquiet, bereft,
Flows the soul of man unskilled,
As light within takes. 

II. Broken Within
Soulful pains alight,
The broken mind dark within,
Gives birth to hope’s death. 

III. Silence at Midnight
Midnight fears do scream,
Silence flows absurdly bound,
Where mindfulness dies. 

IV. Where the Heart Abides
Heart status deceased,
On wings the dreams flow away,
Where man now abides. 

V. In Mind Alone
Solitude in mind,
Leaves man but eternal light,
As silence screams loud. 

VI. Shadows stare
Deathly shadows stare,
Beneath the grave finds sorrows,
Ash to dust and dirt.

Haiku
by Andrew Weiss

I
through the door sideways
three pennies on the floor slip
slyly through, but ah !

II
latticed light sparkles,
saunters, and well it might do
before windows close.

III
a day in the life
of Anton—toward, away
— ice antiphonies.

IV
through silk dreams time knocks.
On the cusp of our moment
love alone slips through.

V
voices, heard or not
emerge from deep winter’s dream,
salvage of our sleep.

VI
scrimmages of birds
confer and beg to differ.
Sun scatters on wings.

Bagatelle 1
by Molly Jenkins

I
Once again alone
Giving strength to the broken
Grey turns blue and green

 6 Haiku after Webern
by Sean X. Quinn

I 
Strange lights, an echo
Shadows hold fast around me
Unsure of light’s touch.

II 
On tiptoes stalking
Snap! A branch beneath my feet
Panic shrouds my mind.

III 
I take cautious steps
Silence thick in the still air
Breathing soft as night.

IV 
Eyes traverse slowly
Seed; trees; branches of all lengths
Arms reaching toward…

V
The moon shines above
Silver; her foil-esque coating
Face, masked in the light.

VI 
The scream of an owl
Sinking to this wretched sound
Away into pitch.

Webern Haiku
by John Rowe

I
Autumn leaves falling
The heartstrings of the forest
Thrumming in the wind

II
Serious eyes watch
Dust motes floating in sunbeams
The portrait hall closed

III
Another shower
Spattering morning glory
I reach for my brush

IV
A sheet of paper
The feeling of poetry
Before the words form
 
V
Soft daylight gliding
Along a fallen willow
Then the stars appear
 
VI
Clouds obscure the moon
Eventually these words
Arrive with the dawn

Winter in Taradale
by Jenny Darling 

White frost, crisp on green
hill. Horses salute the sun.
The grey roo twitches