musty earth
the gravedigger
slips a ring into his pocket

Emily Boes

small scratches
making halos
around streetlights

sagging cushion
perfectly fitted
to my back

35 missed calls
270 texts
all from mom

Raisa Zamacona

the apple separates
from the tree
that gave it life

Dan Dolphin

beautiful, yellow
wings ablaze — fly fly
butterfly

a lonely full moon
even in shaky cold
blushing in a winter night

quietness
shattered beneath them
an urn

Alysa Doneske

hood up
on the subway
please quit talking

Raisa Zamacona

laying peacefully
a cold kiss
to the forehead

my beautiful friend
gone forever—
just me now

Raisa Zamacona

a butterfly
lands on his shoulder . . .
she's here

Alysa Doneske

loneliness seeps in
she dared to look away
a mountain top

eating alone
in the car
music echoes outside

Dan Dolphin

the skin—
smooth and fresh
summer rain

he lights his cigarette
blowing the smoke
in the wind

Dan Dolphin

trees whipping
back and fourth
a thunderstorm

glancing up
from my controller
where did he go

Emily Boes

freezing rain
collecting in droplets
in his hair

smooth stone
pressed into my hand
warmth

Emily Boes

homecoming weekend
I watch the festivities
on snapchat

Raisa Zamacona

she looks for
answers among
constellations

Raisa Zamacona

the tired old
man
spare change?

daddy’s traveling
he forgot to say
happy birthday

Raisa Zamacona

lying on grass
sunshine on my skin
what a perfect day

Raisa Zamacona

sunshine on a summer day
cars racing by
my quaint little street

the kids all play ball
she sits on the bench
in a summer haze

speaking to the toad
she lifts it
eye to eye

Randy Brooks

a white rose I hold
clothed with the sun light
shape of love she is

Raisa Zamacona

thump thump
lovebirds hit the window
one flies off, a widow

Randy Brooks

i see the
man from my porch
flowing breeze

walking in the footprints
of the father
tide coming in

Randy Brooks

doing homework and
soaking up the sun
while I still can

Raisa Zamacona

stained towels
I peek up into the mirror
all new hair

homecoming
I hope I don’t see
you

Raisa Zamacona

I really liked this haiku because i can relate to it. Homecoming happens every year and you want to enjoy it and just watch the football game but when there is someone you don't want to see it becomes not fun anymore because of this certain person or people. Alysa Doneske, June 2019

the racoon digs
through the neighbors
trash

a night with friends
we forgot about
our phones

Raisa Zamacona

grinding metal
epic battles
enjoyed from the couch

Emily Boes

here he comes
Here He Comes!!
GOOD BOY!!!!

Emily Boes