zip haiku by international writers
 
 
two winters past
writing haiku
my hermitage
self imposed
debra woolard bender
 
autumn walk
without his net
and now
so many butterflies
owen burkhart
 
in thickening fog
an engine roars
a lobster boat
takes shape
kirsty karkow & jec
 
the effort it takes
just to breathe
even the buds
are silent
dina e cox
 
deep river
strong currents
hearing your voice
from the old stone bridge
paul conneally
 
roughened by passion
softened by work
his hands
on my body
terrie relf
 
soft folds
of the pure white lily
blush-wine red
in the center
carol raisfeld
 
these pitted stones
aged in the sun
holes remain
where ice is gone
cindy tebo
 
my hair splayed
across the pillow
all but the stands
in his hand
marjorie buettner
 
this morning
the plush peonies
and your warm breath
in my hair
marjorie buettner
winner of the first zip kukai