I started this blog five years ago today. For those of you who don’t know, I actually started the blog at the same moment that I began to learn to write haiku, and both endeavors had the same cause: I needed to write regularly, and I needed to find something to write, and somewhere to write it.

These were things I’d been trying to figure out literally my entire life (okay, maybe literally my entire life minus about the first four years), and within about two weeks of starting this blog I knew I’d finally got it. It wasn’t just haiku the literary genre that made me feel at home, it was haiku the literary community. Instant friends! Constant support! Artistic fulfillment! No wonder I’ve stuck this out about ten times longer than I’ve stuck out any other writing project of my life. 

This is also actually my one thousandth blog post (and please don’t ask me anything about the complicated calculations that went into making sure the two events would coincide because I’m already embarrassed enough about my OCD). Over the course of a thousand posts the blog has evolved a lot–I’ve discovered not just haiku but haibun, haiga, and tanka, and experimented with a lot of random weird stuff that might not have made sense to anyone but me but made me happy at the time.

Through it all, to my amazement, you people have kept coming back and saying nice things. I would just like to state here for the record that I have NEVER received a mean comment on this blog, which considering that we’re talking about the Internet is probably worthy of a mention in a history book somewhere. Basically, you’re all saints and I’m incredibly lucky, and I would like to thank you one thousand times for the welcome you’ve given me and the sense of purpose and excitement about art and existence you’ve all helped inject into my life, by being out there, by reading, by responding, by reaching out.

I’d like to get more eloquent and profound than this, but I find myself kind of mute with gratitude and awe and also I don’t think it would be fair to reward you for your faithful support by boring you to death. Happy May Day, is about all I have left to say at this point. Happy

I forgot to say
in one flower

May 1, 2014

It’s May Day again, which means, among other things, that it’s my blogiversary. Four years I’ve been going on interminably now. Do you want some statistics? Yeah, well, too bad, because I love statistics. (I have hidden depths.)


Number of posts: As of this one, 888

Number of page views, total: As of right now, 147,847

Number of countries represented in page views: 143

[Number of those countries I suspect are attributable entirely to spam viewing: At least half]

Most views from a non-English-speaking country: Japan

Okay, duh, but where next?: Philippines

Total non-spam comments: 4,872 

Most viewed post: Dragonfly Dreams (3,125 views)

Is the next-closest post even close?: No

Most common Internet search leading to the blog that does not contain any of the words “red,” “dragonfly,” “haiku,” “melissa,” or “allen”: “Stars”

Most interesting recent search leading to the blog: “Walpurgisnacht purification”

Longest I ever managed to keep up a blog before this one: Three days

How glad I am that I tripped over haiku and fell flat on my face and never managed to get up: Really, really glad.

Next order of business: I feel like giving away some stuff, because I have too much stuff and I don’t give enough of it away, plus I kind of like you all and the way you keep hanging around and reading what I write year after year.

So here’s the plan. Leave me a comment or drop me an email with a link to one of my haiku that you like (or hate, I don’t care), and I’ll send you a postcard (or something, she said mysteriously) with that haiku written on it.* (Or just tell me to choose one. I have my ways.) ADDENDUM (5/4): Please make sure to tell me your snail mail address if you’re going to request a postcard–you can click on the email link above and send it to me privately. My lack of psychic ability thanks you in advance.

I know, this sounds almost unbearably exciting, doesn’t it? A postcard. Do people even have mailboxes any more, I mean of the corporeal variety? I guess I’ll find out.

Oh, I guess there should be a deadline or people will still be demanding postcards four years from now. Make your demand by May 15, how about that. I’ll try to get them all out pretty fast but I guess it depends on how many demands I get. 

Happy May Day. See you next year, same time, same place.

*If you have a particular haiku in mind but you’re wondering how to find it on the blog, there’s a little magnifying glass in the top right of the page and if you click it a search box will magically appear to serve you.


may day
every year
a new parade


three years



I kind of missed my blogiversary, which was on May Day. Three years. I’ve always been glad I started on May Day. For one thing it’s an easy date to remember, for another I love those cute little baskets of flowers people used to hang on doors when I was a little girl in like 1892 or whenever it was, for another “Workers of the World Unite” has always been one of my favorite phrases. (I can say it in Russian too. It’s even better that way.) 

Anyway. Starting in June, things are going to be a little bit different around here. Better or worse, I can’t say. I’ll let you decide. You’re probably more decisive than I am anyhow.


may day the honey dripping from it


may day another name for it


may day haven’t counted the nests in it


may day the light interferes with it


may day the marauder makes off with it



d   a  y  


I cross my fingers for it

October 24: You and only you

So here we are again, exhibiting the peculiar human fascination with round numbers by celebrating my 300th blog post. It’s only fair that I should do this by letting some of you get a word in edgewise for a change — after all, without you there wouldn’t be a me. Or rather, there would, of course. I think. Or is it like the tree that falls in the forest with no one to hear it?

Anyway. You’re all such great listeners. And responders. The comments on this blog are like food and drink to me, and I say that as a person with more than a passing interest in food and drink. I have a suspicion I might have given up this whole crazy enterprise long ago if it weren’t for all of you, jollying me along, telling me politely what’s what, suggesting I might want to rethink one or two things, and just generally making me feel like I knew something but not too much, which is the right attitude to encourage in a blatant newcomer to any enterprise. There is some kind of charmed atmosphere around this blog which I can only attribute to the kind, thoughtful, and intelligent way all of you have received me, and each other.

These contributions were all so wonderful to read and made me feel luckier than ever. I loved seeing tanka and haiga among the contributions as well as haiku — I can’t do those things, or at least I haven’t tried yet, so it’s nice to have readers who can and are willing to share. I’ve posted all the contributions in the order they arrived in my email inbox. I hope you all enjoy.

Note: There were four haikuists who took up my (tongue-in-cheek) challenge to use the number 300 in their haiku in some way. They earn the promised bonus points, though I’m not quite sure yet what those can be redeemed for. 🙂 Congrats to Alan Summers, Steve Mitchell (tricky, that one), Max Stites, and Rick Daddario.


at the cafe . . .
caught in the firing line
of the poetry slam

(Previously published, Modern Haiku, Vol. XXX, No. 1, Winter-Spring, 1999)

— Charlotte Digregorio, charlottedigregorio.wordpress.com


Prince’s 1999
was played on that New Year’s Eve
300 seconds
that’s all that was needed
to fall in love


300 klicks
from my home to Hull
a renga love verse



warm evening
goodnight to the needlemouse*
as I check the stars

(Previously published, Presence magazine [September 2010] ISSN 1366-5367)

*Linguistic notes on the word “needlemouse”:

Kanji: 針鼠 or 蝟

Kana: ハリネズミ

Rōmaji: harinezumi

English: hedgehog

Combination Meaning: needle ( ハリ) mouse (ネズミ)

— Alan Summers, area17.blogspot.com/


obituary notice
the last of his regulars
died yesterday

— Stacey Wilson, theoddinkwell.com and inkwellwhispers.com


buried among fall debris–
the waiting

(unpublished, inspired by the post “acorn time”)

in the bare willows —
the shape of longing



— Alegria Imperial, jornales.wordpress.com


Down this road – alone
silent, solitary, still
watching autumn fall.

(after Basho’s Kono michi ya!)

— Margaret Dornaus, haikudoodle.wordpress.com


sunlit garden
when did my father grow
an old man’s neck?

(Previously published, Frogpond, Fall 2006)

sprinkling her ashes
on the rocks at high tide
the long walk back

(From the haibun, In the Air [Planet, The Welsh Internationalist Spring 2007])



— Lynne Rees, www.lynnerees.com


october roses
the last but the most vivid
than ever

faded petals
the scent of their soft touch
on my cheek


— Claire


first serial publication
grandma asks
when I started drinking

(Previously published, bottle rockets #22)

haiku history lecture
paper lanterns

(Previously published, tinywords 9.1)

— Aubrie Cox, aubriecox.wordpress.com


Rivers Fast

Rivers fast!


Flower Waits

Flower waits
For bee
You see,
Bird told me


— Laz Freedman, lazfreedman.wordpress.com


crow lands on post
carries a grasshopper
can’t talk now



soft breeze
I regard nature, but wait —
I am nature


— Steve Mitchell, heednotsteve.wordpress.com


February wind
I want to believe
the crocus

early thaw––
the earth tugging
at my footsteps


(These two both took first place in the Shiki Kukai for the months in which they were submitted. I regard the first of them as my “signature haiku.”)

— Bill Kenney, haiku-usa.blogspot.com


reading history
seagulls gather on the beach
then fly away

(From Poems from Oostburg, Wisconsin: ellenolinger.wordpress.com)

turning the page
of a new book
branch of gold leaves

(From New Poems: Inspired by the Psalms and Nature: elingrace.wordpress.com)


— Ellen Olinger


the photo booth
becomes a grave-marker
our snapshots

how nice to see the sun
again, despite
returning spiders


— Ashley Capes, ashleycapes.wordpress.com/


who needs
three hundred facebook friends when
haiku are three lines

three fluttering notes
drift through the passage to find
the player and score


— Max Stites, outspokenomphaloskeptic.wordpress.com


a solitary bird calls to the space between lightning and thunder

(Previously published, http://tinywords.com/2010/08/11/2175/)

— Angie Werren, triflings.wordpress.com/


— Rick Daddario, www.rickdaddario.com/, 19planets.wordpress.com/, wrick.gather.com, www.cafeshops.com/19planets


spider song

eight syllables only
to tap your haiku
across my wall

— Lawrence Congdon, novaheart.wordpress.com


sharing full moon
with all the world’s
haiku poets


summer’s meadow
flowers too
inspire each other

— Kerstin Neumann





overcast midday sky-
her shrill voice calling
the ducks home

— Devika Jyothi