Late October

By: Steve Van Allen
Cincinnati, Ohio, USA, Earth

global warming?
a beautiful spring day
late October

The Blue Dot

Cloaked from earthling sight, two extraterrestrial fortune hunters gaze down at planet Earth.

“Which bit do you want?”

“I’d take the blue stuff but it’s so full of plastics that I’ll pass. How about you?”

“ I’d take the green-brown stuff but it’s overrun with pillaging apes. I’ll pass too.”

“ Let’s go find another trophy world and leave this one’s sun to evaporate away its atmosphere.” 

“O.K., pity though, it looked like such a precious blue gem on the trajector screen!”

ocean highway
too fast and busy
for humpbacks

Crunch

By: Theresa Cancro
Wilmington, Delaware, USA

the crunch
of gravel underfoot
stop-and-frisk

Wild Violets

By Theresa Cancro
Wilmington, Delaware, USA

wild violets
brushing her cheek
the shadow of a bruise

Selected poem, 7th Sharpening the Green Pencil Haiku Contest, 2018

Allegory

By: Steve Van Allen 
Cincinnati, Ohio, USA, Earth

I’ve lost so much: people, pets, keys, books. In the short time since settlers arrived, streams and rivers in the Alleghanies have lost too.

I am daily polluted by chemicals and plastics in my food and water. Streams are damaged by global warming, fertilizers, dammed rivers, and air pollution  effects us all. 

80% of all hellbender salamanders are gone, and like me they want to hide all day, take care of their young, and not bother anyone.

eventide
lonely swim
searching for peace

Depression Era

By Debbie Strange
Canada

Honourable Mention, 2024 Sonic Boom Annual Vispo Contest

Artist’s Statement:
A paper collage embellished with frayed burlap and fabric symbolizing how women learned to “make do” during the Depression Era. The grains of wheat and ration ticket represent food insecurity and the lack of the most basic items after countless farmers lost their land. The staple stitching works to bring these two themes together.

Ghost Gun

By: Debbie Strange
Canada

First Published: Human/Kind Journal, November 2020

Sunflower Fields

By: Debbie Strange
Canada

First Published: Frameless Sky, Issue 16, June 2022

Childhood

By: Fatma Zohra Habis
Algiers, Algeria

childhood
between war and sun
dreams

Ongoing War

By: Fatma Zohra Habis
Algiers, Algeria

ongoing war
a stranger digs the grave
for a stranger

Oriental Plane 

By Diana Webb
Leatherhead, Surrey, UK

It towers above the park this tree . An ancient haven with countless generations of birds to its name.  It teems with wildlife down through its roots.

Painters have painted it, poets penned poems on it, children danced and sang round the girth of its trunk. 

Now there are plans for this space with a landmark. High rise tower blocks. Multi-story car park. Big hotel. Lots and lots and lots of concrete which will always resound with the multi-wave echo of the crash of a tree. 

layered picnic rug
with shade of myriad summers
we shake out the tears

Rip-Off

By Bryan D. Cook
Orleans, Ontario, Canada

It’s a taboo topic in polite society, but the ads don’t hold their punches when it comes to extolling the virtues of triple-ply, soft and scented toilet paper as tested by a family of teddy bears! My own testing shows that I have to fold many pieces to gain satisfaction; using many rolls and thus increasing the company’s profits.

That is until I discover its high tensile-strength brand, 100 percent recycled with a promise to plant one tree per carton. No plastic wrapping and a fair price.

I’m so happy with this product that I write the company, congratulating on its commitment to ecological sustainability. A thank-you email from the quality control division asks for my home address so that a token of appreciation may be sent. This wasn’t my motive but, nonetheless, it’s a nice gesture.

Friends speculate that a tractor trailer may off-load a year’s supply on my driveway for all the neighborhood to share, or I may be subscribed to a lifetime of toilet paper.

Finally, a letter arrives enclosing a $5 coupon off my next purchase. Heavens, labour and postage cost more than that! And this largess is coming from a corporate giant whose website boasts at being “unapologetically human.” I’m left wondering if miserliness is one of its human traits.

Marley’s ghost
converts Ebenezer Scrooge
an unlikely tale

Marley’s ghost
       rattling the chains
       of corporate greed
       climate change
converts Ebenezer Scrooge
       threadbare apartment
       his inheritance
       under the mattress
an unlikely tale
       big pharma
       caring for addicts
       “Bah, humbug!”

Marley’s Ghost and Ebenezer Scrooge are characters from Charles Dickens’
A Christmas Carol, first published in 1843.

To Whom It May Concern

By: Joe McKeon

Available now at Red Moon Press -> To Whom It May Concern

In To Whom It May Concern, Joe McKeon brings the haiku form to bear on social issues in a format that both informs and engages. This work exemplifies the role poetry, particularly short forms such as haiku, tanka, and senryu, and more specifically, the voice of the poet, has to play in the future of this planet and the wellbeing of its inhabitants. I’ve had my copy for many months now and it is yet to make it onto the bookshelf. It keeps moving with me from room to room as I digest its contents on deeper and deeper levels. Every page, another eye-opener.

Richard Grahn
Founder, The Abstractaphy Initiative

Solar Eclipse

By Debbie Strange
Canada

solar eclipse - Debbie Strange

Honourable Mention, 2024 H. Gene Murtha Memorial Senryū Contest

Walking Widdershins: An Ode to Joy

By Jenny Ward Angyal and Autumn Noelle Hall

Walking Widdershins is comprised of 108 sets of collaborative tanka, a genre of Japanese short-form poetry more ancient than haiku. Historically, tanka were often exchanged between two poets as a kind of poetic conversation. The tanka conversations in this volume were written over the course of a single year and reflect the poets’ rootedness in the places where they live, their love for the natural world, and their concern for the havoc the human species is wreaking upon it. In his ‘Afterword,’ David C. Rice, tanka poet & editor, asks “If the root problem of our planetary crisis is that we see ourselves as separate from the natural world, not just another part of it, couldn’t two poets writing together offer poems that would help connect us with the natural world in ways an individual poet could not accomplish?” Four original, full-color mandala illustrations allow readers to visually enter and interact with the poetry.

Available now on Amazon: Walking Widdershins: An Ode to Joy

by and by

By Debbie Strange
Canada

by and by - Debbie Strange

Editor’s Choice, Cattails, October 2020

Carcass Ecology

By Debbie Strange
Canada

carcass ecology - Debbie Strange

Half Day Moon Journal, Issue No. 1, August 2023

Day Three in Siem Reap

By: Anna Cates, Wilmington, Ohio
and Steve Van Allen, Cincinnati, Ohio

A kilometer from Ankor Wat, at Ta Prohm, a Mahayana 12th century Buddhist temple.  Huge fig trees hang over the temple and spread across the ground. Moss grows green over the temple stones.

I walk around the walls and note three young saffron-robed monks sitting around a campfire. They call out, “Sok subai,” and wave. I wave back and walk on.

When I get back to my driver, I ask what the phrase means.  He says, “Are you happy?”

In decades since, I have often wondered, am I happy?

The US fell to 23rd in the World Happiness Index last year.

moon’s halo
melancholy blue
memories

You will Hear

By: ©Noris Roberts
Lecheria Municipio Urbaneja, Venezuela

You will hear that the day is of pearls
and the night a percussion of stars,
that the enemy’s evil plays at misfortune
and sinks its claws into you when you least expect it

You will hear that the weapon of violence
is man’s by nature,
that the blue is just a line in the dawn

You will hear that there are voices that shriek with envy
and pain is forever

You will hear that suffering never finds
the safe conduct of justice

You will hear that freedom is an inverted illusion
that sometimes leads you to doom

Of kindly greens are the mountains covered,
and of dazzling colors of the twilight on the horizon

When the drought cloaks you
with its furious garb, there will always be glimmers
of hope in the reflections of some twilight and in your thoughts

As Goethe wrote, “How blessed is he in whom the fond desire to rise from the sea of error still renews hope! What a man does not know, he needs, and what he knows, he cannot use. But let not fickle thoughts cast their shadow O’er the calm beauty of this serene hour! In the rich sunset, see how brightly it shines.”

Independent International Fact-Finding Mission on the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela – From UN Human Rights Counsil

Carter Center Statement on Venezuela Election


Oirás que el día es de perlas
y la noche percusión de estrellas,
que la maldad del enemigo juega al infortunio
y te hunde las garras cuando menos lo esperas

Oirás que el arma de la violencia
es del hombre por naturaleza,
que el azul es apenas una línea en la aurora

Oirás que hay voces que chillan de envidia
y el dolor es para siempre

Oirás que el sufrimiento nunca encuentra
el salvoconducto de la justIcia

Oirás que la libertad es una invertida ilusión
que a veces te conduce a la fatalidad

De amables verdes están cubiertas las montañas y
de deslumbrantes colores el crepúsculo en el horizonte

Así cuando la sequía te cubra con su furioso ropaje,
siempre habrán destellos de esperanza
en los reflejos de algún crepúsculo
y en tus pensamientos

Como escribió Goethe: “¡Cuán dichoso aquel en quien el afectuoso deseo de salir del mar del error renueva aún la esperanza! Lo que el hombre no sabe, lo necesita, y lo que sabe, no puede usarlo. Pero que los pensamientos volubles no ensombrezcan la calma belleza de esta hora serena. En el rico atardecer, mira cuán brillante brilla”.

Prepared

By Elizabeth Crocket
Ontario, Canada