striated rock the millennia in my DNA —Agnes Eva Savich
winter pond withered lotuses turn inward —Agnes Eva Savich
family mantel the ashes I'll inherit —Agnes Eva Savich
cliff dust cicadas saw through the heat —Agnes Eva Savich
A clutch of new bios...
Is there such a thing as haiku spirit?
Richard Gilbert explores some of the recent creative blossoms on the edges of English-language haiku . . .