In Rawalpindi, Pakistan, Hifsa Ashraf shuddered. Compare her three lines below to these penned in 1923 by D.H. Lawrence: Never swallows! Bats! The swallows are gone.
dead of night--
bats emerging
from the moon
Published in ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray
December 05, 2025
https://www.asahi.com/ajw/articles/16196449
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solitary stroll--
shrouding the naked trees
autumn fog
Published in ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray
Oct 31, 2025
https://www.asahi.com/ajw/articles/16119716
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disputed neighbourhood
the dry leaves gather
around the shared fence
Published in ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray
Aug 01, 2025
https://www.asahi.com/ajw/articles/15927504
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barking dogs
shifting our conflicts
from home to neighbours
Published in ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray
May 30, 2025
https://www.asahi.com/ajw/articles/15787975
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old snow the layers of silence within
Published in ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray
February 21, 2025
https://www.asahi.com/ajw/articles/15632135
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wishful thinking
one after another
snowflakes
Published on January 31, 2025
ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray
https://www.asahi.com/ajw/articles/15602945