Jeff Streeby

      Late Hunt On a day this cold, you don’t even need the shotgun. They’re easy to spot, too, those beautiful birds dying in the tumbled stubble of harvest. Find their long tail feathers riffling prairie wind and you can take them alive out of little...

Raamesh Gowri Raghavan

    Still Life I can see them, tweeting furiously as the slogans rise and fall, in ghazal-like cadences. It’s chaotic, the only discipline being the hashtag. The police are far better organised of course — in rows behind their bamboo shields, their...

Stav Poleg

      Circles Haikus inspired by the macarons of Patisserie Madeleine, Edinburgh   ….. Here’s Fleur d’Oranger, Saffron Pistache, Sakura. Instead of breakfast. ….. Fleur d’Oranger The orchard’s wingspan. A child is hula hooping in the evening sun....

Violette Rose-Jones

      No Neighbours that We Know of Around Here my husband smiles in his sleep I could spend the rest of my life here then he rolls over, settling back to slow, calm breathing. this house is echoing-empty. wind rips  up the valley, up this hill, beneath...

Caroline Skanne

   Haiku     shadow boxing will I come out a better person   *   crimson leaved … the Japanese maple becomes my sunset   * new moon knows the secret of letting go       Caroline Skanne is a poet, originally from Sweden,...

John Hawkhead

      Haiku gravel in my knees from the pilgrimage to you your gentle tweezers * gradual rain pattering the willow leaves her hand slips from mine * purple night clouds buffeting under moonlight her lingering scent * under winter clouds the old rook...