{"id":14307,"date":"2026-02-14T17:26:00","date_gmt":"2026-02-14T17:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?page_id=14307"},"modified":"2026-02-18T17:27:35","modified_gmt":"2026-02-18T17:27:35","slug":"haiku-corner-issue-13","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?page_id=14307","title":{"rendered":"HAIKU CORNER, ISSUE 13"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"\"

Two Rabbits, Pampas Grass & Full Moon<\/p><\/div>\n

It’s Love Again<\/strong>
\n 
\nhere’s your summer sea\u2014
\nenticing me once again
\ninto the riptide
\n 
\nwhere are the pinwheels
\nof my lost childhood and why
\ndid I leave them there
\n 
\nstill waiting, that one
\nchocolate no one likes\u2014alone
\nin its heart-shaped box
\n 
\nin your wintry sky
\nmy heart is a sugar moon
\ndreaming you awake
\n 
\n8 <\/span>
\n 
\nLynda Zwinger has published haiku in Trash Panda, Haiku Avenue, Tricycle: The Buddhist Review, Eastern Structures, Asahi Hakuist, Hauling the Tide, Three Line Poetry, Kyoto Haiku Project, 5-7-5 Haiku Journal, Seeds of a Birch Tree<\/em> (Clark Strand), The Mainichi: Japan\u2019s National Daily<\/em> Since 1922, and other venues. She lives in Tucson, Arizona, more or less.
\n <\/p>\n

\n

 
\nEast of Here<\/strong>
\n 
\nThoughts of an old friend
\ncollide, stacked like wooden beams
\non the Brooklyn Bridge.
\n 
\nThis urbanized life:
\nsmoke, steel streets. Brick and concrete.
\nSubterranean.
\n 
\nFrom underground up
\nwhere Central Park wakens at
\nColumbus Circle.
\n 
\nFifth Avenue sights:
\nyellow cabs, electric bikes,
\nfood trucks, siren lights.
\n 
\nI heard someone say
\nNew York City in late spring
\nis the place to be.
\n 
\n*<\/span>
\n 
\nTim Russow’s work is published in The Cabin Literary Center’s Writers in the Attic: Nerve, Military Experience<\/em> and the Arts<\/em>, and Narrative Northeast.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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