Haiku by Iain Macdonald

December beach --
the taste of salt
when we kiss


after long illness,
walking again
this cold morning

Born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland, Iain Macdonald currently lives in Arcata, California.  He has earned his bread and beer in various ways, from flower picker to factory hand, merchant marine officer to high school teacher.  His chapbooks, Plotting the Course and Transit Report, are published by March Street Press.  A third chapbook, The Wrecker's Yard, has been accepted for publication by Kattywompus Press.

A Haiku String by Susan Dale

Passions 2

Bodies heavy
with heat
Oh, the ache of it

   *****

Hot colors of the heart
spread out in the sun
to burn

   *****

Sensing the smoke of fire
Breathing
embered breath

   *****

Compulsions meet
in tangled skeins
of legs and arms

   *****

The language of our hearts
we feel
in our bodies

Susan Dale's poems and fiction are on Kind of a Hurricane Press, Ken*Again, Penman Review, Inner Art Journal, Feathered Flounder, Garbanzo, and Linden Avenue.  In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan.  She has two published chapbooks on the internet:  Spaces Among Spaces by languageandculture.org and Bending the Spaces of Time by Barometric Pressure.

Haiku by Jonel Abellanosa

Before I Was Born

I miss running round
the late afternoon meadow
before I was born

golden light--
over the field of grass
before I was born

before I was born
Springtime conversed with Always
drops from the eves' thaw

Jonel Abellanosa resides in Cebu City, the Philippines.  Remembering things that seem to never have happened, he thinks this life on Earth may not be his first.  He continues to search for more proof that ultimate hope is real.  Instead of relying on science, he approaches poetry like a pilgrim, prayerful in discerning the eternal that other poets might have consciously or inadvertently left in their works; looking for universal hope expressing itself in different forms through stories of ordinary individuals.

Haiku by ayaz daryl nielsen

we rest by the sea
carafes of Prosecco outdoors
keening of white gulls


Spring afternoon
a queen wasp quietly
building her nest


morning crowishness
cantankerous racket
of being crow


on the fence posts
cowboy boots and hip waders
a woman's slipper


December's first ice
catfish and Northern pike
deeper and slower


red and white roses
children in the playground
sun above all



ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs), hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/120+ issues), homes include Lilliput Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Writing the Whirlwind, Shamrock, and bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com (translates as joie de vivre).

Haiku by Nells Wasilewski

leaves long gone
fierce winter winds blow--bare limbs
shiver in protest


a cold winter night
warmth radiates between us
your heart next to mine


early spring morning
frost lingers--buttercups glisten
winter's fleeing kiss


icy waves spew wrath
upon a deserted shore
drowning self pity



Nells Wasilewski lives in a small southern town, seventy miles southeast of Nashville, Tennessee with her husband, Walter.  She retired from the mortgage industry in 2011 and began pursuing her lifelong dream of writing.  Her writing has been greatly influenced by her faith in Jesus Christ, her own experiences and nature.  She is currently working on daily devotionals.  Her work has appeared in Haiku Journal, Three Line Poetry, 50 Haikus, Poetry Quarterly, Barefoot Review, and Dual Coast Magazine.