Anna MarisAnna Maris

Born 1970 in Malmö, Sweden
Living in Hässleholm, Sweden
Anna Maris writes japanese short poetry in Swedish and English. Her poetry collections are published by Red Moon Press and Miders förlag. She serves as a board member of the Swedish haiku society and is the editor of the society journal, Blåeld.
URL: http://annamaris.wordpress.com

 


 

war epic
we pause for a firing squad
of micro-popcorn

Failed Haiku, issue 1, 2016

 

autumn sun
my mothers angry wrinkle
in my selfie

Failed Haiku, issue 1, 2016

 

haiku
my father wonders
if that is all

Failed Haiku, issue 1, 2016

 

northern lights
the skies fold and unfold
is there life?

Taj Mahal Review, vol 14, nr 2, December 2015

 

windscreen wipers
we go west

Taj Mahal Review, vol 14, nr 2, December 2015

 

the day
after your death
a nightingale

Taj Mahal Review, vol 14, nr 2, December 2015

 

moonlight -
a man walks the tight-rope
on the horizon

Taj Mahal Review, vol 14, nr 2, December 2015

 

monsoon
you take my hand

Daily Haiku, Cycle 20, 2015

 

the conversation
grinds to a halt
peak oil

Daily Haiku, Cycle 20, 2015

 

fog
my own headlights
blinding me

Daily Haiku, Cycle 20, 2015

 

morning frost
she curls up
even smaller

Daily Haiku, Cycle 20, 2015

 

spring morning
a wild boar turns over
my neighbours lawn

Daily Haiku, Cycle 20, 2015

 

insomnia
the cold on the other side
of the pillow

Daily Haiku, Cycle 20, 2015

 

she always
loved the blues
forget-me-not

Daily Haiku, Cycle 20, 2015

 

autumn sun
she takes to the silver strands
with tweezers

Haiku Presence, issue 53, 2015

 

first frost I give a beggar nothing

Frogpond  38:2, 2015

 

birthday card
my son cannot read
grandma's writing

Honourable mention in the 26th ITO EN Oi Ocha Haiku Contest, 2015

 

my creaking joints cicadas

Heron's Nest, volume XVII, number 2, June 2015

 

spring rain
he puts everything
into words

Acorn  Spring issue, 2015

 

autumn wind
the yellowing leaves
of a diary

Shamrock  #30, 2015

 

packing up to leave
everything we have
dead weight

Frogpond  37:3, 2014

 

paper boat
another worry
sails away

Frogpond  37:2, 2014

 

winter solstice
commuters stand still
on the escalators

Herons Nest, Volume XV, Number4: December 2013

 

bus stop
the old man
never gets on

Frogpond, Issue 36:3, 2013