Global Haiku • Fall 2020
Dr. Randy Brooks

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Essay on

Haiku of Ruth Yarrow

 

 

 

 

Porch Door Swinging

by
Mara Currens

dedicated to my Mama

While short and inconsequential to some, students of haiku can find an entire human being in just three lines. Because the poem is so brief, the poet has to instill as much life and intention as they can into their writing. It is a sort of meditation, a healing of a mind torn in so many disparate directions in the outside world. It is a break from the self-deprecation and the cynicism that we inflict on ourselves, rather, it gently inspires us to look within--to find joy in every little thing. To revel in a world unseen and crash into life with vigor, the porch door swinging behind you.


patient poem . . .
how morning fog
clings to the grass


crow on a wire fence
tilts his head at me
and laughs


bleeding heart

a bow's curve
painting the weathered marina
eros laughed


crow circles
pastel sky
broad brush strokes


return home
the smell
I used to wear


city bus, 4:36 pm
hijabi woman
turns toward the southeast


she kisses him
I
turn the radio up


Mount Everest
at the end
of my cul-de-sac


grandma favorite mug
behind the hydrangeas
     and the daies
          and the rosebush


art fair
in front of her portrait
grass worn down


Grey Lady

she shivers in the cold
weight
like his arm around her shoulders

university library
ghosts litter the shelves

her spirit
drafts in old halls
the way to her resting place

coffee cup staining
forgotten manuscript
crop circles

icicles drip from
evergreen eyes

dawn's shadow
whispering through the door frame
new moon

Cara Murrens and Gwn Klinkley


pregnancy test
the toilet lid
her pew


Minnesota halloween
fairy wings
over winter coat


her laugh
birds
through a paper shredder


soup made of grass, mud,
flowers from mom's garden
a very small witch


the choke of black earth—
my mother screams
Persephone


concrete spires
a machine invisible
from the inside


she tears off her dress
to feel the rain
porch door swinging


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All rights returned to authors upon publication.