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Thursday, 3 September 2026

dancing fools haiku: David McMurray/Asahi Haikuist

 doorway sleeper

here's a pizza slice

and a napkin 

cricket 

 

🌏 Poetry for Lake Whatchamacallit

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Sep 2, 2026, 9:09 PM (23 hours ago)


to mcmurray

Dear Colleague,

  Haiku published in the #AsahiHaikuistNetwork fit the vibe of the moment for readers.

   ASAHI HAIKUIST IS CALLING FOR HAIKU RELATED TO THE NAMES OF LAKES, GULFS, OR SEAS to be published here,
https://www.asahi.com/sp/ajw/special/haiku
in the Asahi Shimbun newspaper that shares cultural insights from around the globe 🌏 in all seasons 🌸 🥾🔭 🌅, here,
https://www.asahi.com/sp/ajw/articles/16823211

 Thank you,
 David McMurray 
 
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now here's a fresh Asahi column: 
 

ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray

September 4, 2026 at 08:00 JST

Photo/Illutration (Illustration by Mitsuaki Kojima)

rising tide--fish gather round glowing candle lanterns
--Doc Sunday (Hiroshima)

* * *

blood moon
one voice lifts
then another
--Sandip Chauhan (Great Falls, Virginia)

* * *

harvest hour
beggar’s tribal dance in the market--
his bowl overflows
--Justice Joseph Prah (Accra, Ghana)

* * *

dancing
with myself
solo chain poem
--Jerome Berglund (New Orleans, Louisiana)

* * *

Called you up
cheeks rosed by sake
magnolias
--Murasaki Sagano (Tokyo)

* * *

practicing our foxtrot,
my intended
turns her ankle
--Noel King (Tralee, Ireland)

* * *

unfinished dance
a thread from her
skirt on his guitar
--Laila Brahmbhatt (New York City)

* * *

second-hand guitar
a tomato picker’s song
about bony fingers
--Randy Brooks (Taylorville, Illinois)

* * *

faint blue smoke
from Nana’s “Cameo Lights”
lapis lazuli brooch
--Lee Nash (Poitou-Charentes, France)

* * *

Tall grasses
With a whisper from the wind
Dance in unison
--Anne Marie McHarg (London, England)

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FROM THE NOTEBOOK
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Dancing fools,
why not celebrate life?
Sano’s Shinrikyo
--Junko Saeki (Tokyo)

The haikuist used the literary technique of apostrophe to conjure Sano Tsunehiko (1834-1906), founder of a religious sect of priests who officiate at ceremonies such as weddings, festivals and the sale of fortune-telling papers. It seemed like yesterday to Helga Stania, when she “studied in Bonn and met the barrel organ player” on her way to market. Angela Giordano played in Avigliano, Italy.

ballads
from the barrel organ…
I was so young

* * *

a barrel organ--
we dance and sing
the tarantella

A lover gently bypassed Dorota Kasparewicz’s emotional walls in Szczecin, Poland. Ugur Olgar was tempted to go skinny-dipping like a naturist in the Goksu River that flows to the Mediterranean Sea. AJ Johnson admired wildflowers in Stephens City, Virginia. Hoping to join in the fun, Daniela Misso peered into undine-filled Vera River that meanders through shade trees in Assergi, Italy.

evening of love--
her fingertips lightly touch
the chambers of my heart

* * *

river dancing
a barefoot ripple
touches the bank

* * *

dry pond
the banks brim
with daisies

* * *

Laughter…
on the water’s surface
tiny bubbles

At a recording studio in Ankara, Turkey, Guliz Mutlu explored the meaning of not being. In a soulful mood, Minko Tanev reflected in Sofia, Bulgaria.

blue sky tea is poured
jazzman laughing in the booth
why-not-ness in bloom

* * *

midnight blues
silhouettes in love
dance on walls

Sagano ascended a steep staircase leading to the Shinto god of water, enshrined since ancient times in Kyoto. John Stephens clambered up a stone staircase to reach a sanctuary.

wet stone steps
mountain water spirits pray
Kifune shrine

* * *

after school--
pony tails bounce up the steps
of Ise Grand Shrine

John Zheng in Itta Betta, Mississippi, slashed three words with virgules to make a scene happen all at once. The placement of the word light serves the double function of noun and adjective.

spring/light/breeze brushes across bluebells

In Zagreb, Croatia, Amir Kapetanovic extinguished the lights when day turned into night. Nicoletta Ignatti was silenced by soft, steady hissing musical sounds in Castellana Grotte, Italy.

through a dark grove…
firefly trails in a clash
quench the dusk

* * *

white noise
water among the rocks…
night song

Embracing silence between words connotes the Japanese concept of pausing (ma); for Giuliana Ravaglia it meant hesitating all night long in Bologna, Italy.

yet it remains
an empty space
between the words

* * *

night of waiting…
in the fading dawn
the harsh rhythm of illusions

Tejendra Sherchan’s courtyard in Kathmandu, Nepal, was covered in fragrant blossoms that open for just one night.

her fertility
night jasmines fall
all night

Hungry for a quick bite in Kuching, Malaysia, the first place that came to Christina Chin’s mind was a sushi bar. Archie G. Carlos walked into a snack bar, “where an old man comments on my Guernica t-shirt. And soon the stories come flowing.”

the bar
goes round and round
sushi rolls

* * *

full moon
stuffed with old Basque tales
over pintxos

In Santa Fe, New Mexico, Matt Surprise introduced himself by describing humanity. Olivier-Gabriel Humbert paused between sips at a party in Les Avenieres Veyrins-Thuellin, France.

At times destructive
Resilient but sometimes soar
Are we not beetles

* * *

cocktails with friends--
a tiny water nymph
clings to my straw

Sagano went to the theater to watch a musical. Robert Kania entered an opera house in Warsaw, Poland.

Shibuya crowd
sits up straight on opening night
“At the End of the Day”

* * *

Song to the Moon
I see a water nymph
at the opera

Sitting cheek by jowl, Tuyet Van Do spilled red wine in Melbourne, Australia. Head cocked to one side, Nash described tonight’s last quarter moon phase. Boryana Boteva was lulled to sleep in Sofia, Bulgaria.

starry night
a bottle of shiraz
overflows our hearts

* * *

half moon
at a jaunty angle--
I’m tipsy too

* * *

wheat harvest
merging with the summer heat
maidens’ songs

Slobodan Pupovac slept comfortably on a feather pillow in Zagreb, Croatia.

starry sky in the stork’s nest the moon rests

Living in seismically calm Belgrade, Serbia, Divna Vuksanovic imagined spending an evening on the active Ring of Fire in Sakurajima, Kagoshima Prefecture. Visiting from Ochten, the Netherlands, S.T. Hills noticed fruit offerings alongside coins on a haiku-engraved stone monument.

Summer night
lava from the volcano
melting stars

* * *

memorial shrine
monkey observes banana
samurai’s tribute

Joanna Ashwell posed like a ballerina in Barnard Castle, England. Mutlu danced up a sweat.

rain or shine
these tiptoes
dance anywhere

* * *

silver gardenia
dancing on the lake
hot season gleams

Submerged, Vasile Moldovan observed this surreal movement in Bucharest, Romania.

waterfall flowing
from the depths toward the surface...
spirit of the waters

Lori Kiefer was comforted by twinkling string lights in London, England. A beetle on Laurinda Lind’s computer in Sackets Harbor, New York, “seemed like he kept trying to crawl under the plastic display bezel.” Nani Mariani was stumped in Melbourne, Australia.

campsite...
from mum’s tent to ours
fairy lights

* * *

laptop screen
not that kind of window…
beetle keeps trying

* * *

child’s question
why do beetles buzz?
i opened Google

Stephen J. DeGuire placed a bet in Los Angeles, California. James Penha interpreted the meaning of a faint ticking sound from inside a stand of timber in Bali, Indonesia.

mandibles
or horns win the day
beetle sumo

* * *

deathwatch beetles
drum wood with their heads to woo--
not to augur doom

Urszula Marciniak smiled knowingly at a love quadrangle in Lodz, Poland. Stoianka Boianova heard love calling in Sofia, Bulgaria. Jessica Allyson quickly put away her gardening tools in Ottawa, Ontario. “From a fiery hot Italy,” Ravaglia contrasted reality with illusion.

two stag beetles fighting
the third male embracing
the female

* * *

golden beetle
in the heart of a rose
a buzzing flower

* * *

rolls of thunder
the beetles burrow into
the new roses

* * *

champagne and roses--
in the slow air
his hands of salt

Picking “every day a rose for her,” Zdenka Mlinar described romance in Zagreb, Croatia. Gordana Vlasic feigned doubt in Oroslavje, Croatia. Mauro Battini’s garden lay bare in Santa Croce sull’Arno, Italy.

just the coast
the sea and the two of them
the dolphin dance

* * *

romance--
is a rose
enough

* * *

on the first date
twenty-five red roses
picked in vain

Charlie Smith and his best friend Wendy walked at dusk in drought-stricken Raleigh, North Carolina. Mutlu beheld a magnificent moonrise. Jacek Margolak’s mouth was parched with stardust in Kielce, Poland. Lilia Racheva sparkled last night in Rousse, Bulgaria.

brutal heat
fireflies, dogs, and people wait
late moonrise

* * *

stag beetle
antlers of midnight
lifting the moon

* * *

empty well
the bucket returns
full of stars

* * *

blue-green beetle wings,
sparkle on old jewelry
a new beginning

Aching in Ajax, Ontario, Chen-ou Liu aligned his back toward the glow of the Milky Way and began rolling. Timothy Daly strolled through Fountainebleau, France. Melissa Dennison prefers dancers to chiropractors in Bradford, England.

stiff joints again...
the upturned dung beetle
flailing its legs

* * *

my only real friends
in that forest near Paris...
the dung beetles

* * *

flamenco--
the click beetle’s
curved spine

Subhash Roy Choudhury watched Cockroach People’s Party demonstrators late at night near an 18th-century astronomical observatory in New Delhi, India. On her toes in Newcastle, Australia, Jennifer Smyth-Davey expressed the feeling of “regret that is always part of combat--Pyrrhic victory.” Tony Williams was suddenly “surrounded en masse” in Glasgow, Scotland.

Jantar Mantar, 3 am--
cockroach tests the darkness
and finds a way through

* * *

Quick-witted cockroach
dodging my relentless shoe
crunch but no winners

* * *

dozens of beetles
on the forest floor…
I stand on only one

Amir Kapetanovic admired flowers at the Institute of Croatian Language in Zagreb, Croatia.

stifling summer--
white geraniums
freezing the pupils

Elizabeth Moura listened to the words of American folk artist Goebel Reeves in East Taunton, Massachusetts.

Hobo’s lullaby
crickets in the freight yard
remind him of home

Ignatti listened to a violin-like evening vigil. Hifsa Ashraf stood watch in Rawalpindi, Pakistan.

armor laid aside--
the cricket songs
smell of rust

* * *

candlelight vigil
flicker in the eyes
blue flames

In Phoenix, Arizona, John Daleiden whispered “See Saw Margery Daw, Johnny shall have a new master.” A variant alludes to mythical mischievous fairies of British folklore: “Sold her bed and lay on the straw; Sold her bed and lay upon hay; and pixie came and carried her away.” Damir Damir tried to hold on a little longer in Kotor, Montenegro.

Oh, the games
world leaders play--
see-saw Marjorie Daw

* * *

a few more hours of summer:
the sea is tired,
the sea is salty

“Honestly speaking,” admitted Ashoka Weerakkody, “quiet moments and unadulterated traditional Sri Lankan singing voices” are captivating. The haikuist is neither a fan of electronically produced sounds nor noisy streets in Colombo. High-pitched falsetto notes were originally perceived by Italian opera purists to be artificial. In Toronto, Ontario, Marshall Hryciuk listened until “al niente.”

fake notes
blended with genuine silence
synthesized music

* * *

wavering cardinal song
fades
into false dawn

Listening to folk music in Northern Luzon, Philippines, Anthony Q. Rabang commemorated the 40th anniversary of a peaceful uprising that ended a dictatorship.

moon almost full
cathedral bell tolls
people power

Reading “The Thousand and One Nights” stories, Sagano learned that guests were often executed because of a king’s misuse of power and traps set by a genie.

they did guests proud
those who disappeared
Arabian Nights

Envisaged as an Arabian nights story in a Western world setting, Daleiden’s haiku conjures “Salome, Where She Danced,” a 1945 film about a town named after a dance-hall performer who entranced outlaws.

heat distorted
the mesquite dance--
Salome

Mike Fainzilber interpreted a dream, considered consequences and will meditate before Rosh Hashanah, which falls this year on Sept. 11 in Tel Aviv, Israel.

the hostage’s wife
their nightly appointment
her first dream

* * *

all his vows
a ring
of bright water

* * *

all the crannies
in the Wall
his unread confession

Isabella Kramer danced for joy in Nienhagen, Germany. Lakshmi Iyer spun around until she got dizzy in Kerala, India

round and round
the puppy jumps
leaves tumble

* * *

buzzzzz…
our granddaughter runs
around the house

At the end of a long day, Joseph Elliott turned out the office lights in Kingston, Ontario. Morgan Ophir imagined the thoughts of a Tokyoite who didn’t get home last night.

beaver moon
all the work
I didn’t notice

* * *

metro station floor
salaryman dreams
of his first peach

Seyed Edris Hosseini prepared for bed in Shiraz, Iran. Ophir turned off a reading lamp in Sydney, Australia.

midnight toothbrushing
on the mirror--
a small beetle

* * *

separate bedrooms
a soft peach
has become a stone

Ivan Georgiev passed gas in Gottingen, Germany.

her apology--
gas bubbles are found even
in gemstones

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Shall we dance at http://www.asahi.com/ajw/special/haiku/. The next issue of the Asahi Haikuist Network appears Sept. 18. Readers are invited to write a haiku using caesura punctuation to silence a moment in autumn, on a postcard to David McMurray at the International University of Kagoshima, Sakanoue 8-34-1, Kagoshima, 891-0197, Japan, or e-mail to (mcmurray@fka.att.ne.jp).

* * *

haiku-mug
David McMurray

David McMurray has been writing the Asahi Haikuist Network column since April 1995, first for the Asahi Evening News. He is on the editorial board of the Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku, columnist for the Haiku International Association, and is editor of Teaching Assistance, a column in The Language Teacher of the Japan Association for Language Teaching (JALT).

McMurray is professor of intercultural studies at The International University of Kagoshima where he lectures on international haiku. At the Graduate School he supervises students who research haiku. He is a correspondent school teacher of Haiku in English for the Asahi Culture Center in Tokyo.

McMurray judges haiku contests organized by The International University of Kagoshima, Ito En Oi Ocha, Asahi Culture Center, Matsuyama City, Polish Haiku Association, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Seinan Jo Gakuin University, and Only One Tree.

McMurray’s award-winning books include: “Teaching and Learning Haiku in English” (2022); “Only One Tree Haiku, Music & Metaphor” (2015); “Canada Project Collected Essays & Poems” Vols. 1-8 (2013); and “Haiku in English as a Japanese Language” (2003).

 

Monday, 3 August 2026

beach combing for summer haiku: David McMurray/ Asahi Haikuist Network


bay wind blowing

Coconut Grove sailboats

tinkling rigging


Chris/cricket


ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray

July 31, 2026 at 08:00 JST

Photo/Illutration(Illustration by Mitsuaki Kojima)

  • Photo/Illutration

beach retirement chasing sand dollars
--Roberta Beach Jacobson (Indianola, Iowa)

* * *

in cracked desert soil
ghaf roots run deeper, searching
a promise of rain
--Natalia Danjon (Dubai, United Arab Emirates)

* * *

tortoises flee
the south of France--
fire alarm
--Francoise Maurice (Draguignan, France)

* * *

beautiful
with all its spots…
a ladybug
--Seyed Edris Hosseini (Shiraz, Iran)

* * *

am I crazy
or is the world suspicious
razor clam
--Jerome Berglund (New Orleans, Louisiana)

* * *

children confused--
after arguing the two clowns
blow kisses to one another
--Vasile Moldovan (Bucharest, Romania)

* * *

summer party
waving wingless arms
on the roof
--Urszula Marciniak (Lodz, Poland)

* * *

cumulus cloud--
a whimsical wind aids
a rabbit’s leap
--Paul Callus (Safi, Malta)

* * *

leaping for the moon
swimmer’s waves
shock the sea
--Preeti Sharma (Delhi, India)

* * *

small riverside pool
crab, fish and water striders
biodiversity
--Doc Sunday (Hiroshima)

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FROM THE NOTEBOOK
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my fishing rod pen
floats on the surface--
no words bite today…
--Alan Maley (Canterbury, England)

The haikuist fished for haiku all day long. Mike Fainzilber caught a quiet moment in Tel Aviv, Israel. An American soccer fan, Ian Willey fished a warning from the Dotonbori Canal that had been issued in Osaka for its “record temperatures, raging fires, and rising sea levels.”

last boat out
the sounds
of silence

* * *

city river
floating with the current
a yellow card

Gordana Kurtovic was disappointed by an old friend in Osijek, Croatia. Tsanka Shishkova bathed in a scented pond in Sofia, Bulgaria. A peppery aroma twisted Pippa Phillips’ nose in Greensboro, North Carolina.

old face on a pond
reflects a long-time friendship--
yet an illusion

* * *

soft, airy scent
in the mid-morning
water lilies bloom

* * *

nasturtiums:
even if the victory
is Pyrrhic

In today’s column, haikuists explore unfamiliar and unknown waters. Noting that “nature never waits,” Junko Saeki advises those who worry about traveling away from Tokyo, to “relax, relax.”

off on an uncharted voyage,
your luck will hold, yet
tighten your guard

Waves keep approaching, noted Willey in Takamatsu, Kagawa Prefecture, so “it’s no use worrying about waves that’ve already collapsed.” He lets worries roll off like water on a duck’s back, admitting “age must be a factor,” but he’s always forgetting things.

wave after wave
how good I’ve become
at forgetting

Real writing stems from experience, especially lived experience. Returning home to Athens, Greece, after a trip to Japan, Foteini Georgakopoulou penned this vignette.

Fast-food elegy
An old woman smiling
At the screen, brides

Murasaki Sagano contemplated taking a trip to an unknown place over the horizon from Tokyo. Julie Ann Lebitania discovered that her eyes can see more vibrant colors than a camera lens in Sorsogon, Philippines.

Rainbow
the other end linked
to an unknown place

* * *

rainbow cloud
few screen taps capture
a white cloud

Kavita Ratna combined all the colors of a rainbow to shine a white light in Bangalore, India.

ultimate vibgyor
shimmering
white peacock

Eugeniusz Zacharski shared a haiku inspired by the novel “Ulysses” by James Joyce about real-life events taking place in Dublin, Ireland, on June 16, 1904.

Bloomsday competition--
the haiku
drowns

Originally constructed in 1594, the bridge mentioned in Sagano’s haiku spans the Sumida River. Nearby there is a statue of Matsuo Basho attired in travel clothes holding writing utensils (yatate) looking toward the narrow road to the deep north that he walked along in 1689.

ball-point pen
instead of ink and brush--
Senju Ohashi

Following a lived-experience, poets can write on scratchpads or iPads about that moment and experiment with the haiku form, its three lines, season words, syllables and poetics. Patrick Sweeney penned this all-in-one-breath poem in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

since Mack quit smoking
he swings and catches his keys
in the same nicotine-stained hand

Read aloud on one flowing line, rather than three, bird-watcher Yutaka Kitajima’s 17-syllable haiku sounds pleasantly rhythmical. Note its three consecutive rhyming /ul/ sounds (bulbul full); the three successive words with identical /e/ vowels (nectar, cherry, fresh); an elliptic pause (…); and alliteration (fresh foliage).

A brown-eared bulbul full of nectar ... cherry tree’s fresh foliage

Urszula Marciniak described a tiny, winged magical flower spirit in Lodz, Poland. In traditional folklore, faeries were believed to be fallen angels, demi-gods, or the ghostly spirits of humans. Mauro Battini was startled by a shattering mirror in Santa Croce, Italy.

a sprouting pea
on the windowsill
a fairy tale

* * *

frog on a water lily...
Frankenstein’s voice
breaks the moon

Doc Sunday visited Haji Dam that created the cherry-blossom-lined Lake Yachiyo in Hiroshima Prefecture. Peggy Pilkey paddled while “canoeing, for the last time, at a favorite lakeside lodge in Nova Scotia.”

No more war…
cherry blossom petal
boats in the river

* * *

J-stroking, we smile in passing--
her hijab snug
my sun hat floppy

Holidaying at Lake Stropu in Daugavpils, Latvia, David Cox watched tiny female flowers cluster into tall yellow spikes that will soon turn brown. This fall, those brown heads will pop open, releasing fluffy seeds.

dirty blonde
the cattails love
a side parting

Melissa Dennison soothed her hay fever with a cuppa in Bradford, England. Beata Czeszejko soothed her nerves in Warsaw, Poland.

pollen from the catkin golden whirls of tea

* * *

office lunch
green tea cools in
thickening silence

Promising a golden harvest, Masumi Orihara noticed tiny greenish-white flower spikelets on rice stalks in Atsugi, Kanagawa Prefecture. Nectar from flowers is scarce amid the heat wave in Ochten, the Netherlands, but S.T. Hills saw bees drink watery sap and scrape resin from willows, birches, and maples to seal cracks in their hives.

hidden rice flowers
open for pollination
promising morning

* * *

fermented tree sap
uncontrollable vision
a stray honeybee

Sherry Reniker propped up tiny yellow flowers in Kent, Washington. This summer is going by quickly for Zoltan Pachnik in Kaposvar, Hungary.

staking
the tomatoes
kids at play

* * *

slicing through
this summer--
a ripe red tomato

Deep in thought, Laila Brahmbhatt nurtured a stress-free afternoon. Barbara Anna Gaiardoni rested peacefully in Verona, Italy.

French lilac blooms
I caress my white hair
under the summer sky

* * *

in the hammock
Neapolitan lucky horn
strictly red

Dennison felt fire. Sagano blushed.

sunset
over the empty diner
scent of rain

* * *

Sudden kiss
from a mystic woman
summer night drama

Christina Chin was careful not to scald herself in Kuching, Sarawak.

noodle stall
the hot sweet and sour
aroma of soup

Joshua St. Claire felt white-hot in York County, Pennsylvania.

sickbed
by 3:00AM
I turn incandescent

Mario Massimo Zontini imagined God’s hand reaching out to Parma, Italy.

after the rain
white brush strokes in the sky:
veiled clouds

Delighted by a sudden rainfall in drought-stricken Raleigh, North Carolina, Charlie Smith slid his hand down the smooth, slippery bark of a crape myrtle tree (sarusuberi).

summer storm…
monkey slide trees
rings of pink

Brahmbhatt ink-brushed curly seaweed, wavy ribbon algae, and branching corals in sharp, round, even, and strong, yet delicate sweeping lines.

sumi-e strokes
tracing the shape
of algae

Helga Stania lamented the loss of colors in a bone-white sea. Sanjana Zorinc hid under the shade in Bjelovar, Croatia.

red necklace...
once so colorful
coral reef

* * *

colourful umbrellas
above the promenade--
their shadows the same

By placing a single letter in brackets, T.D. Ginting conjured the summer duo of gelato and tanning lotion in Medan, Indonesia.

the porch, the sun...
dreaming
(n)ice cream

Wearing sunglasses under a parasol at Ostend resort in Belgium, Marie Derley focused on this summer’s bestsellers.

reading on the beach
the bloody scary cover
of the chubby girl

Dorota Czerwinska matter-of-factly described outdoor toys in Warsaw, Poland.

sandbox
between two tanks
a plastic soldier

Amir Kapetanovic harvested raw salt near Ston, Croatia.

a July shiver--
shining along the seashore
hills of salt

A.J. Johnson might have been imagining Utah’s Great Salt Lake, when a small grass shrimp moved in the salt marshes near Stephens City, Virginia. Kurtovic shared a memory.

no water added
a salt flats mirage
of brine shrimp

* * *

in my heart
the cry of the seagulls--
farewell to the sea

Catching freshwater memories, Richard Bailly reeled in top-water bait on a glassy lake in Fargo, North Dakota. Chris Meadows could hear root tubers stirring in the earth in Bethany Beach, Delaware. Mauro Battini heard whistling and a high-pitched hiss coming from a pot in Santa Croce, Italy.

rock bass
under the dock
out of tuna

* * *

waiting
underground
elephant ears

* * *

at the fishmonger’s
the lobsters ask for help--
i hear voices

Joanna Ashwell plucked up her courage in Durham, England. “I don’t know about guys, but when I was growing up in Bolingbrook, Illinois,” girls pulled petals off flowers, recounted Wilda Morris. In Austin, Texas, Jeffrey L. Taylor interpreted Detective Joe Friday’s euphemism from the 1950s television series “Dragnet.”

summer breeze
a daisy petal
from you

* * *

he loves me
he loves me not--
the daisy petals lie

* * *

“Just the facts, ma’am”
polite way to say, in this heat,
Don’t you lie to me

Jacobson threw nickel silver for a lucky beachcomber to find.

my key tossed
toward the river…
mudlarkers

Slobodan Pupovac waded and Pachnik floated, respectively, in the Adriatic Sea.

I go in
up to my knees--
the blue sea

* * *

siesta
a seagull at the mercy
of ripples

Philip Davison lay on his back for a while in Dublin, Ireland.

afloat down river
to the waterfall
where a body takes flight

John Hawkhead said goodbye in Bradford on Avon, U.K.

end of times...
we dream of the moon
breaking up

Dina Towbin grieved in Brooklyn, New York.

eyes closed her lips licked
floating an opioid sea
to the great beyond

Originally published in Winnipeg, Manitoba, on Cendrine Marrouat’s blog, this haiku encapsulates the idea of a wordless poem.

Waterfall--
Unnecessary
the words

Tony Williams punctuated this poem in Glasgow, Scotland.

adding a dash
of blue to the pond--
damselfly

Raj K. Bose’s neighbor lost everything to a storm in Honolulu, Hawaii. Minko Tanev reached for hope in Sofia, Bulgaria.

the floating debris
bulging eyes of golden koi…
the river took all

* * *

reflections--
in the summer river
a church with a cross

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Reflect on haiku at http://www.asahi.com/ajw/special/haiku/. The next issues of the Asahi Haikuist Network will appear Aug. 7 and 21. Readers are invited to compose haiku related to water spirits or fairies. Please mail your haiku on a postcard to David McMurray at the International University of Kagoshima, Sakanoue 8-34-1, Kagoshima, 891-0197, Japan, or by e-mail to (mcmurray@fka.att.ne.jp).

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haiku-mug
David McMurray

David McMurray has been writing the Asahi Haikuist Network column since April 1995, first for the Asahi Evening News. He is on the editorial board of the Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku, columnist for the Haiku International Association, and is editor of Teaching Assistance, a column in The Language Teacher of the Japan Association for Language Teaching (JALT).

McMurray is professor of intercultural studies at The International University of Kagoshima where he lectures on international haiku. At the Graduate School he supervises students who research haiku. He is a correspondent school teacher of Haiku in English for the Asahi Culture Center in Tokyo.

McMurray judges haiku contests organized by The International University of Kagoshima, Ito En Oi Ocha, Asahi Culture Center, Matsuyama City, Polish Haiku Association, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Seinan Jo Gakuin University, and Only One Tree.

McMurray’s award-winning books include: “Teaching and Learning Haiku in English” (2022); “Only One Tree Haiku, Music & Metaphor” (2015); “Canada Project Collected Essays & Poems” Vols. 1-8 (2013); and “Haiku in English as a Japanese Language” (2003).


    Tuesday, 14 July 2026

    Summer Sounds: David McMurray/Asahi Haikuist Network


    ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray

    July 3, 2026 at 08:00 JST

    Photo/Illutration(Illustration by Mitsuaki Kojima)

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    the tender heartthrob under a tortoiseshell
    --Zoltan Pachnik (Kaposvar, Hungary)

    * * *

    Don’t move, stay still now;
    there’s a caterpillar there
    resting in your hair
    --Ugur Olgar (Silifke, Turkey)

    * * *

    intervals
    of the sound of sea--
    dozing beneath the noon sun
    --Christina Chin (Kuching, Malaysia)

    * * *

    the whisper
    of a bicycle squeak
    summer dusk
    --Glenn G. Coats (Carolina Shores, North Carolina)

    * * *

    railyard conversation
    seed heads whisper to
    graffitied boxcars
    --Kim Goldberg (Nanaimo, British Columbia)

    * * *

    a mockingbird
    desperate for a date--
    endless string of calls
    --John Richard Stephens (Maui, Hawaii)

    * * *

    press conference
    the loons are calling
    on the White House lawn
    --Mike Fainzilber (Tel Aviv, Israel)

    * * *

    Harsh times
    even the best orchestra
    failed to sing
    --Junko Saeki (Tokyo)

    * * *

    empty carriages pulled by
    an engine named Victory--
    train tracks rattle
    --Robin Rich (Brighton, England)

    * * *

    the last notes
    of a piano
    in the landfill
    --Howard Lee Kilby (Hot Springs National Park, Arkansas)

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    FROM THE NOTEBOOK
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    Long-hemmed kimono
    rustles on the temple floor
    green maple trees
    --Murasaki Sagano (Kyoto)

    The haikuist found inner peace in the colorful sounds she perceived when a polished black floor reflected green (yuka-midori). So as not to destroy the tranquil atmosphere of Iwakura Jissoin temple, other floors are covered in tatami mats to silence noises such as shuffling feet and the flowing silk trains of ceremonial court dresses. Stania heard graceful tranquility.

    close to silence--the silver wings of a dragonfly

    Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) composed hokku for a courtesan who offered a piece of white silk to write on at a teashop named Butterfly: ran no ka ya choo no tsubasa ni takimono su

    the incense breathed
    onto a butterfly’s wings
    a fragrant orchid

    Handling silk requires a gentle touch, noted Margaret Ponting in Victoria, Australia, and Tom Bierovic in DeLand, Florida, who respectively wove their poems on a universal theme.

    trust
    a silken thread
    is broken

    * * *

    cobwebs
    on the porch swing
    broken promise

    In today’s column, haikuists record a crescendo of summer sounds: splashing, dripping, rattling, whirring, whispering, whooping, shrieking, howling, shouting and silence. In Joetsu, Niigata Prefecture, Yutaka Kitajima slurped sloshing liquid from a bottle listening to a “pocha-pocha” rhythmic sound.

    Soda pops
    from the shopping bag...
    cooling sounds

    Jack Kerouac referred to haiku as pops, including this one from his “Book of Haikus” (2003).

    Missing a kick
    at the icebox door
    It closed anyway

    Julia Guzman was surprised by a cold-blooded caiman reptile rolling off a riverbank in Cordoba, Argentina.

    the sound of paddle strokes--
    a yacare stretches
    in the sun

    Melissa Dennison smiled contentedly at the noises coming from a government-financed community center in Bradford, England. Built 40 years ago, however, the well-used infrastructure needs replacing.

    splashing pensioners
    in the council pool
    summer never ends

    Witnessing a water accident in Tokyo, Junko Saeki knew enough “to throw a line and call for help.”

    interpreter
    at the scene of an accident
    until doctors know what to do

    Boryana Boteva penned this head-on collision in Sofia, Bulgaria.

    your word
    against mine--
    crashing trains

    Shannon Wallace got a call in Mississauga, Ontario.

    in the voice message
    a familiar breath
    sighs

    In Berne, Switzerland, Linus Blessing wears a keepsake associated with flowing water--the symbol of the Japanese goddess of eloquence, good fortune and knowledge.

    my beloved’s medal
    Benzaiten
    hangs on my chest

    Listening to a bird in Kielce, Poland, Marek Printer invoked Matsuo Basho’s 1689 ode: muzan ya na kabuto no shita no kirigirisu

    How piteous--
    beneath the warrior’s helmet
    a crying cricket

    * * *

    heat waves--
    goldfinch sings
    from a pierced helmet

    Joanna Ashwell cried for relief from the heat wave in Durham, England.

    mopping my brow
    when will this whirr
    of AC end

    Isabella Kramer had lullabies to sing in Nienhagen, Germany. Earl Livings drifted off listening to a lullaby in Melbourne, Australia. Raj K. Bose welcomed a new neighbor to Honolulu, Hawaii.

    weeping willow
    all these fairytales I never told you
    unborn child

    * * *

    frogs in the pond
    raindrops on glass…
    insomnia music

    * * *

    summer evening breeze
    neighbor’s lullaby sounding
    just like my mom’s

    Anthony Q. Rabang arranged percussion instruments in Santa Catalina, Philippines. In Beesenstedt, Germany, Ramona Linke moved her hands close to metal antennas that created an electromagnetic field controlling the pitch and volume of her musical composition.

    convenience store
    raindrops filling
    empty soda cans

    * * *

    Theremin sound
    once upon a time
    in July

    Mario Massimo Zontini returned to a dream in Parma, Italy. Timothy Daly pulled over to the side of the road, mesmerized by a graceful bird wading in tall reeds to perch on a log by the Misa river, Italy.

    the first coffer
    before the doves begin to coo--
    I go back to bed

    * * *

    just traffic until
    the heron pauses
    my commute

    As soon as C. Jean Downer finds the coin that slipped between the upholstery, she’ll race ring-billed gulls to the beach at White Rock, British Columbia.

    dad’s favorite chair--
    searching for one more dime
    for the candy aisle

    Carl Brennan licked his lips at a summer resort in New York state. Christina Chin put the top down.

    Offkey ragtime
    the ice cream truck rolls in
    Finger Lakes fog

    * * *

    Beetle convertible
    singing scouts songs
    sunshine on my bonnet

    Padraig O’Morain was sure he heard an animal sniffing around Dublin, Ireland. Florian Munteanu bought two dogs in Bucharest, Romania. P. Kimura replied to a knock at the door in Worthington, Massachusetts.

    roses dip their heads
    the dog that died
    snuffles around the lawn

    * * *

    at a park--
    a lost puppy nears
    hot dog stand

    * * *

    Hello! Who is it?
    Leaves unfurling on oak trees
    woodpeckers knocking

    Kitajima has been listening to the sound of a keepsake since his junior high school days in Joetsu, Niigata Prefecture.

    grandma’s gift
    ticking sound round ’n’ round
    windup watch

    Matsuo Basho often received gifts, such as summer melons, from his disciples. In exchange, he instructed them on how to write poetry, sometimes imploring his disciples to resist copying: makuwa melon--do not be like me two halves of a melon (ware ni niru na futatsu ni wareshi makuwa uri). Elizabeth Moura described a hopeful moment in East Taunton, Massachusetts. Mona Bedi walked at high tide. Morgan Ophir meditated in Sydney, Australia.

    mama’s day out
    scratching lotto tickets
    holding up the line

    * * *

    beach combing
    finding hidden treasure
    in the wrack line

    * * *

    stone garden
    raking
    the sound of straight lines

    Traveling by locomotive, Subhash Roy Choudhury traversed the Mahanadi River on the way to Cuttack station, India. On a rainy trip to Ooty, India, Shalini Gupta sat in a “heritage steam locomotive with surreal views.”

    train whistle--
    the iron bridge thrums
    rain plinks in the river

    * * *

    toy train chugs along
    painted gouache cabbage farms
    frosted window panes

    Sandip Chauhan fished in Great Falls, Virginia.

    rusted buoy bell
    between the swells
    a fisherman sings

    Dennison sat down for a traditional fry-up breakfast. Patrick Sweeney tucked into some warm grub in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Mark Manalang packed breakfast into a haversack while running away from busy Shinjuku, Tokyo. Bose had breakfast on a haiku hike.

    tight trousers...
    sitting down the sound
    of buttons popping

    * * *

    the whole neighborhood knows
    what the downy woodpecker’s
    knocking out for breakfast

    * * *

    Dawn rush to the park
    racks with warm onigiri
    “Just grab everything”

    * * *

    Morning hike
    crunching a cereal bar--
    branch under fallen leaves

    Vishal Prabhu hopes young birds will return as large ornamental peacocks with shiny blue-emerald feathers by next autumn in dusty Pune, India. Neena Singh unfurled an umbrella when she heard an echoing scream in Chandigarh, India. David Cox knelt at Battambang, Cambodia.

    retreating pea-chicks
    scattered by a dog…
    summer day

    * * *

    summer rain
    the peacock calls
    a lost queen

    * * *

    observation--
    two peacock feathers
    at the altar

    Allen David Simon visited the hills in Kerala, India, to see a blue-purple flower that blooms once every 12 years, only to wither as soon as it spread its spores.

    Neelakurinji bloom--
    twelve years in the making
    a spiel, soft wilting

    Marie Derley felt at home while visiting Doha.

    visiting Qatar
    I think I hear the song
    of European swans

    Japanese summers have lengthened by about three weeks over the 42 years from 1982 to 2023, according to researchers at Mie University who meticulously measured the start and ending dates of the four seasons. A.J. Johnson noted when a cicada went quiet in Stephens City, Virginia. Tejendra Sherchan traded blood for saliva in Kathmandu, Nepal. Stephen J. DeGuire didn’t need to slap a gnat in Los Angeles, California. Dorota Czerwinska had sticky fingers in Warsaw, Poland.

    shrieking
    all summer long
    mirage jets

    * * *

    a mosquito bite
    its venom drives me mad
    all day long

    * * *

    mosquito
    AHA! moment caught
    in amber

    * * *

    on each side
    buzzing wasps
    sweet buns

    Corine Timmer wrote from Faro, Portugal.

    au naturel--
    spring
    in our union

    Protected from the fiery sun by a massive tree in Cuttack, India, Choudhury penned his impression of the moment a ceasefire agreement was broken. Soumya Mukherjee bartered at a wet bazaar in Kolkata, India. Christina Chin traded up in Sarawak, Borneo.

    silence shatters--
    a dolphin gasp
    chinar shades alone

    * * *

    monsoon sale
    in five cents
    the Buddha

    * * *

    down at the store
    for a pound of flour--
    choc chip ice cream

    Amid all the noise this summer, T.D. Ginting kicked back and plugged in earphones to listen to “Star Wars” scores in Medan, Indonesia.

    rare quietive
    holiday, jukebox, pizza...
    I’m watching five co(s)mic wars

    War sounds made John Daleiden’s temperature rise in the normally serene Sonoran Desert, near Phoenix, Arizona.

    all that noise
    all that sound--
    delusional rage

    Brandon Favre knows “dark and stormy skies bring more thunder than rain in the Sonoran Desert,” near his home in Tempe, Arizona.

    monsoon clouds come
    and go
    parched saguaros

    Johnson listened to the wind whip up sand.

    desert playa
    a dust devil twirls
    alkali salt

    Originally shared by the spoken word, and then Japanese written on paper, haiku became international as it transcended the performative form with multi-languages including sign and gestures as well as digital representations. This poem by Stoianka Boianova in Sofia, Bulgaria, points the way toward the creation of universal haiku in three or more dimensions. Mona Bedi’s haiku pivots on whether the listener is with her in Delhi, India, or in the heavens above.

    secret conversation
    between us--
    the universe listens

    * * *

    scattered stars
    I drown in your
    galactic presence

    Hinano Nagamine searched for answers in Kagoshima. Ponting felt deceived.

    Summer night breeze
    questions drifting through my brain
    sleep slips away

    * * *

    lost in a maze
    of questions
    the lie

    As if hearing nails on a chalkboard, Archie G. Carlos cringed in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

    Versailles deal signing
    the scratch of his sharpie
    in a hollow hall

    Looking forward to the Fourth of July holiday, M.R. Pelletier celebrated the length and breadth of America.

    Yuma thunderstorms
    eyeing the umbrella
    I brought from Portland

    Martina Agata Matijevic puffed on a seed head in Vidovci, Croatia.

    dandelion fluff... his voice softens

    Ashwell counted myriad shades of yellow.

    more dandelions
    than marigolds
    a rampant border

    John Hawkhead tended a cemetery plot in Bradford on Avon, England.

    grass borders filled
    with hymns of rain
    planting a stone

    Reciting in Wiltshire, England, Alan Summers read aloud this haiku at an interval of three whole tones between C and F sharp musical notes, noting the sequence in the rock band Black Sabbath’s heavy metal music.

    any last requests
    for the DJ in the sky
    an extra tritone riff

    Richard Bailly cocked an ear in Fargo, North Dakota. Nature masked unwanted sounds for Stania. Tsanka Shishkova intermittently watched football and the world news in Sofia, Bulgaria.

    difficulty
    hearing truth
    white noise

    * * *

    Sunday walk--frogs drown out the cellphone conversations

    * * *

    World Cup
    the roar of wars
    silences the joy

    American expat Ian Willey awoke early to watch two televised events from Takamatsu, Kagawa Prefecture, noting “in those moments, to your ears, the birds stop chirping and start singing, and even the traffic takes on a triumphant hum.”

    subdued sunrise
    our team settles
    for the tie

    * * *

    open window
    how the world sounds
    when your team wins

    Choudhury will mark the July 14 anniversary of the 1789 Storming of the Bastille in France.

    French revolution--
    the domestic help changes
    an election poster

    Christopher Calvin’s haiku expressed his “great concern about the political turmoil taking place” in Kota Mojokerto, Indonesia.

    summer streets darken
    shouts thrown, gases fired, then crash
    tears roll heavy

    Chen-ou Liu turned off summer in Ajax, Ontario.

    war news on mute
    lily petals curl inward
    early July

    Beata Czeszejko quietly closed the front door behind her in Warsaw, Poland.

    moving out--taking a magpie feather with me

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    Read what you hesitate to do at http://www.asahi.com/ajw/special/haiku/. The next issues of the Asahi Haikuist Network appear July 17 and 31. Readers are invited to respond to Matsuo Basho’s hokku: How piteous--beneath the warrior’s helmet a crying cricket, on a postcard to David McMurray at the International University of Kagoshima, Sakanoue 8-34-1, Kagoshima, 891-0197, Japan, or e-mail to mcmurray@fka.att.ne.jp.

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    David McMurray

    David McMurray has been writing the Asahi Haikuist Network column since April 1995, first for the Asahi Evening News. He is on the editorial board of the Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku, columnist for the Haiku International Association, and is editor of Teaching Assistance, a column in The Language Teacher of the Japan Association for Language Teaching (JALT).

    McMurray is professor of intercultural studies at The International University of Kagoshima where he lectures on international haiku. At the Graduate School he supervises students who research haiku. He is a correspondent school teacher of Haiku in English for the Asahi Culture Center in Tokyo.

    McMurray judges haiku contests organized by The International University of Kagoshima, Ito En Oi Ocha, Asahi Culture Center, Matsuyama City, Polish Haiku Association, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Seinan Jo Gakuin University, and Only One Tree.

    McMurray’s award-winning books include: “Teaching and Learning Haiku in English” (2022); “Only One Tree Haiku, Music & Metaphor” (2015); “Canada Project Collected Essays & Poems” Vols. 1-8 (2013); and “Haiku in English as a Japanese Language” (2003).