Eleven Halloween Haiku For Wolf Twin Tré

These eleven haiku were written for Wolf Twin Tré, who inhabits a landscape somewhere between the natural and supernatural, where the trees have memories, the hills keep secrets, and love is a kind of wild magic. They are poems of affection, longing, desire, and the peculiar enchantment of knowing someone who makes the ordinary world seem extraordinary.

Wolf Twin Tré

chestnut grove—
the whole hillside
listening for her

under the hill
she loosens her hair
and winter waits

witch hazel—
her name passing
from branch to branch

foxglove—
she touches my wrist
and the bells open

a bed of foxfire—
she leaves her footprints
inside my dreams

first plum blossom—
I almost tell you
everything again

moon behind clouds—
you walk beside me
without needing light

winter orchard—
you name the tree
I lean against

autumn field—
you know which silence
belongs to me

pawpaw season—
the road home
sweet on our hands

moonless hollow—
she calls the wolves
by their childhood names

-Thomas L. Vaultonburg

Ten Poems by Julie Parker-Kinsey

 Ten Poems by Julie Parker-Kinsey

Julie Parker-Kinsey is a poet and weaver of short stories. Her work has been appeared in various online and print publications including The Solitary Daisy, Kōkako Journal, Literary Revelations, The Best Haiku Collection 5: International Anthology, and forthcoming in Asahi Shimbun Haikuist Network. More of her scribblings can be found on Bluesky: mightyathena.bsky.social. Originally from the United States, she resides in New Zealand.

Julie Parker-Kinsey

leafless oak tree
I recognise my self

the wind and I
belong nowhere really –
a seagull’s cry

empty cathedral –
the sparrow and the ivy
weave new hymns

salt-and-pepper sky –
the season’s palette
leaves without a sound

waking up
with a morning cuppa –
buffering

I keep searching
for myself –
a Sphinx’s mirror

coffee
and a cat’s squint –
oasis

embracing her wild
she allowed dragons
of fear to perch –
sharing their gold wings
they taught her to fly

dewy dawn review –
hardiness as extolled
by flowers

each time I think I’m done
life winks and says not today

Five Poems by Romolo Wilkinson

Five Poems by Romolo Wilkinson

Romolo Wilkinson is an American writer and radiologic technologist based in Alameda, California. He holds a BFA in Acting from the University of North Carolina School of the Arts and is a two-time winner of the San Francisco Young Playwrights Festival. His poetry has appeared in WestWard Quarterly, Ultramarine Literary Review, The Genre Society, Double Dutch Magazine, and 100subtexts. He works in healthcare, specializing in orthopedic and pediatric X-ray.

OTHER FACE

I forgot to wear my other face!
How careless could I be?
When I spoke to you today
You saw the real me!

You mistook my anxious look for uncertainty
Here, let me put this back on…

All is great!
Whoopee!

CHEESE WHEELS

Simon needed brand new tires
Simon needed four
Simon had a bright idea at the grocery store

CREAKY CROOKED SKELETON

The Creaky Crooked Skeleton creaked by our willow tree
The Creaky Crooked Skeleton creaked right past you and me

It creaked past the farm on creaky arms
Creaked by the chestnut tree
Creaked into the shed that's painted red
And crooked our stuff for free!

The Creaky Crooked Skeleton creaked our fancy tools
He even crooked the lock and key
He creaking made us fools!

He creaked up Whipple Hill
He creaked into the town
He crooked off all our hard earned goods to buyers all around
He creaked a suit, a pair of boots
A handlebar moustache
He creaked some skin and muscle
Two eyeballs and sinew
And held it all together
Using creaking Elmer's glue
And now that Creaky Skeleton could be anyone at all!
He could be the creaking baker
He could work at City Hall
He's free to do his crooked things
With none of us the wiser
But if I see that skeleton
If I even catch a glimpse…
I'll pulverize his bony head
With my creaking crooked fists!

BUSY BEE

A busy bee is too busy to be free
But not me!
Not me!
The other bees will be upset with me
Because I do not want to buzz
But buzzing hard ain't who I am or who ever I was
Instead find me
Lounging in this tree
Wearing a robe of licorice fuzz
Sippin' lavender juice
Antennae hanging loose
But you will not hear a buzz
No, sir, you will not hear a buzz

NUH UH!

Tell me it's time to go to sleep…
I'll stay awake more!
Tell me to pick up my toys…
I'll leave 'em on the floor!
Tell me to brush my teeth…
I'll let 'em rot and turn yellow!
Tell me to shut my mouth…
An opera I'll bellow!
But tell me that you've given up on this troublemaking little pup
Tell me you've just had enough of my cranky, angsty, childish stuff
And I'll show you…
I'll show you what kind of things I'll do…

I'll…

Work hard in school and get my degree
Dot my Is and cross my Ts
Study health and study science
Improve the world through self-reliance
Open my heart to understand
The plight of every fellow man
Feed every mouth there is to feed
Improve the lives of all in need
Engineer a cure for the common cold
Increase lifespans a millionfold
Win the Nobel 787 times…
And then I'll smile into your crying eyes!

That'll show you!

That'll show you!

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Ten Poems by Tim Chamberlain

Tim Chamberlain is a British haiku poet living in Tokyo, Japan. He began publishing short verse in the late 1990s. He regularly shares his poetry on Bluesky and writes the haiku blog Shinobazu Pond 俳句.

turning a corner -

less fond
of my own
poems

each lettuce -
feels like
an age

we wake
within
a nutshell

petals
breathing
butterflies

Clair de lune -
watching your
eye-shine

each poem
hidden
under a rock

the road I'll travel
still warm within
the macadamizer

mackerel
mistaking
sky for sea

cold calls -
across the lake
no answers

banana
tape
wall

poem?

Ten Poems by Jaime Stanford | Zombie Logic Review

Ten Poems by Jaime Stanford | Zombie Logic Review

Jaime Stanford is a poet, poetry educator, and resident of Stratford-upon-Avon, UK. Writing poetry since 2019, Jaime has spent the past five years teaching others a variety of poetry styles. With a passion for poetry, the English language, and creative expression, Jaime inspires writers to explore creativity through verse.

Poet Jaime Stanford 

Haiku

Muffled minds wonder
sudoric bodies shudder
caressing slumber.

A velvety dusk
hangs low; muffled oranges
the tide grows nearer.

Vividness
colour cascade
beautiful mind pervades.

Heart
tightly bound
silenced no sound.

Haiku Chain Write

Your
deep love
held the key

You
unlocked me
my heart breathed

Together
our souls
hand in hand.

Monoku

I am your darkest gift filled with sin and utter bliss

wildflowers in pink she cherishes the cool wind

pearl tinted moon moulded like the bowl of a spoon splashed milk drops at dusk

Tiptoeing through silk petals blossom scented feet

Haynaku

Crestfallen
Soul battered
Upon its knees.

Ten Haiku and Senryu by C. Oulens | Zombie Logic Review

C. Oulens is a poet from India. Her haiku has appeared in Literary Revelations, Pan Haiku Review, The Zen Space, Poetry Pea, The Solitary Daisy, Prune Juice, 575 Haiku Journal, Folk Ku, Failed Haiku, PJCA, Heterodox Haiku, The Wee Sparrows haiku Nook, Haiku Pause and Café Haiku. Explore her work @owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social

summer rain
puddles fill with feet
laughter spills

tsuki kōru
the old ache flowing
through my stiff joints

new moon -
the phone ringing
on silent mode

clouds drift…
Owl, the emissary
from moon

summer solstice -
the robin’s small song
on loop

morning frost -
a cloud breaks free
from my yawn

cataract surgery
mom poems
cobwebs in new corners

last road trip together
the seatbelt
chafes at my neck

at the peak of my fall
smell of grass

infinity of thoughts stirring in my teacup

Ten Haiku by Sheikha A. | Zombie Logic Review

Sheikha A. is a Pushcart and Rhysling nominee from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates. Her work appears in a variety of literary venues, both print and online, including several anthologies by different presses such as Poets for Science, Immagine and Poesia, Strange Horizons, Ladies of Horror Flash Project, Pedestal Magazine, The Mackinaw, The Global South, Cattails, Frogpond, The Ekphrastic Review, The Asahi Haikuist Network, and elsewhere. Her poetry has been translated into 12 languages so far. Find more about her at sheikha82.wordpress.com 

dusk's chorus 

a supernova 

of red admirals 

dead lotus 

wearing acne scars

on the first date 

winter light

the slap

of a kelpie's tail

a stagnant pond's

poetry in motion 

darting dragonflies 

the starry hump 

on Milky Way's spine 

--- wisteria 

ridged swirls

a knoll of antlers 

dip into star-well 

turning within rubble fresh loam of drone-stars 

lungs' flutesong last few hisses in her inhaler

dawn's quiet nook chirp of a turning page  

shadow blossoms on a moonbow fallen cherry