Alan Summers
brick by brick by brick by hook or by crook economy —Alan Summers
brick by brick by brick by hook or by crook economy —Alan Summers
the snow-spinning wind I dream of only big trees in my prison yard —Alan Summers
candlemas little fingers pulling the wishbone —Alan Summers
house clearance room by room by room my mother disappears —Alan Summers
this small ache and all the rain too —Alan Summers
library café— we swap lost key stories as my coffee cools —Alan Summers
jackdaws in snow thumbing through all our dreams (after the woodblock print Crows in Winter, 1925 by Ito Sozan) —Alan Summers
This week, New to Haiku is pleased to interview Alan Summers, president of the United Haiku and Tanka Society, author of Does Fish-God Know, and founder of Call of the…
open window the cat dozes half in half out — Alan Summers