Roamn LyakhovetskyRoman Lyakhovetsky

 Originally from Russia, Roman Lyakhovetsky now lives in Israel. His haiku and tanka appeared in various journals including Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Scifaikuest, and A Hundred Gourds, among others.


 

desert sunrise
smell of rain outlives
the rain

tinywords 15.1, 22 June 2015

 

full moon . . .
my shadow playing
the air guitar

Frogpond 38:3, Autumn 2015

 

moonlit highway
assuring the GPS girl
i quit the booze

Moongarlic  5

 

grant submission
i propose to save the world
with glowing worms

Moongarlic 5

 

jazz cafe bill the odd signature of rain

Modern Haiku  47:2, Summer 2016

 

zen poem…
my phone screen
goes blank

Failed Haiku  March 2016

 

touchdown
my mind still
in the clouds

A Hundred Gourds 5:3, June 2016

 

waning moon
the neighbor boy whispers
a warts spell

Frogpond  39:2, Summer 2016

 

neon waterfall she turns the sky electric

Hedgerow  93

 

once in a while
i get to use my phone
as a phone

Failed Haiku  April 2016

 

distant quacking -
the milky way obscured
by duckweed

Frogpond, 34:1, 2011

 

sunflower seeds
from the bag by feel—
first stars

Modern Haiku  42:2, 2011

 

traffic jam -
she suggests we move on
to another subject

A Hundred Gourds  1:1, 2011

 

family picnic -
my son runs a finger
over his birthmark

The Heron’s Nest  XIV:1, 2012

 

this moment of her tasting off me the summer rain

Frogpond  36:2, 2013

 

where the waterfall
becomes a river...
prayer at dawn

Tinywords 13:2, 2013

 

dead sea i get as dirty as she wants me to

A Hundred Gourds 2:4, 2013

 

junkyard gate -
a rusty robot samples
the autumn sky

SciFaikuest August 2013

 

full moon -
an ink blot spreads
over the bass clef

A Hundred Gourds 3:1, 2013

 

abandoned road
a hawk emerges
out of its cry

A Hundred Gourds 3:1, 2013

 

sleepwalking
i bump into the last
line of the poem

Frogpond, 37:2, 2014

 

squad reunion
under the table he caresses
his friendly fire scar

A Hundred Gourds 3:4, 2014

 

Passover eve -
all the thoughts I won't
bring to the table

A Hundred Gourds 3:4, 2014

 

winter moon-
the animal in me sniffing
a narrow path

Moongarlic 3, 2014

 

spring park -
i casually leaf through
the dead man’s blog

Moongarlic 3, 2014