Ken SawitriKen Sawitri

Born 1964 in Blora, Central Java, Indonesia, and completed her degree in psychology at the Universitas Indonesia.

She dedicated her haiku for her motherland in "Listen, The Spice Whispers" and recorded her journey in the haiku at


spring day
a beggar's bowl
full of flowers

Akitsu Quarterly, Spring 2016


sudden shower
the sun flows
into countless paths

Wednesday Haiku 210, Issa's Untidy Hut, May 6th, 2015


the dawn peeled
at a canned city

Otata,  June 2016


squid ink pasta
my morning newspaper stains
with typos

The Mainichi, October 14th, 2015


abandoned village
her yellow raincoat jumps
in and out of silence

Chrysanthemum  18, October 2015


distant mosque
the muezzin's call
ripples on the lake

Cattails  15.3 September 2015


street gossip —
a diaphanous bug
set its foot on my palm

A Hundred Gourds  3.2 March 2014


the sound of a chainsaw
a few dried leaves
curled into the fire

A Hundred Gourds  4.3 June 2015


hot news —
the ice cream ads
after a war newsbreak

The Mainichi, September 3rd, 2014


first raven cry
aspartame gets
a natural name

The Zen Space, Winter 2016 Showcase


translucent wall
a deaf moon and I
speak in sign language

Second Prize Diogen Summer Haiku 2013


summer rain —
socks on the clothesline
still try to escape on tiptoe

5th Place in European Quarterly Kukai 6th Edition (Summer, Water), June 2014


my thoughts ebbing away
tide by tide

3rd Place in The Shiki Monthly Kukai, March 2016 (Free Format, Driftwood)


no moonlight
a rickety pier strikes
through the dark sea

DailyHaiku, May 13th, 2015


a river pulses — writes
and rewrites itself

The 141st World Haiku Association Haiga Contest, April 2016


barren trees
even the tiniest twig
embraced by the mist

DailyHaiku, May 12th, 2015


abandoned house
I strike the bell
with my shadow

Wild Plum  2.1 Spring & Summer Issue, March 1st, 2016


orphanage room
the iced glass window
mimicks the dew

Otata,  June 2016


hazy moon
a first satellite dish installed
in the fisherman's village

The Heron's Nest  Volume XVIII Number 1, March 2016


commuter rail station
the wobbling sound
of an old weathervane

The Mainichi, July 17th, 2014


how many women missing
in history

Chrysanthemum  19, April 2016


Fort Nassau
the scent of Banda
nutmeg red

ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ By David McMurray, May 15th, 2015


the farmers in the core of the sun are butterfly wings in rain

BONES, journal for contemporary haiku  No. 3, December 15th, 2013


even inside
this drizzling rain

Right Hand Pointing  95, "Haiku"


the mosque microphone
makes the silence

The Mainichi, June 4th, 2015


traffic jam
a sudden sneeze
moves the moon

The Mainichi, February 9th, 2016


trauma centre
flapping of the butterflies' wings
after a hard rain

A Hundred Gourds  4.4 September 2015


sour oranges —
peeling hope

Chrysanthemum  14, October 2013


afternoon tea sipping a twisting world

Otata,  June 2016


on a chop board
a bitter bean caterpillar
wakes up

Under The Basho  2014


a fortune cookie aphorism
'you are not

Failed Haiku  1.1 January 2016


Koan practice
I translate
my calligraphic self

The Mainichi, January 27th, 2016


withered trees the rising twigs catch the passing clouds

The Zen Space Summer 2015 Showcase


spring wind
a backyard peacock shifts
the moonbeams

Akitsu Quarterly,  Spring 2016


rain all day
watching the tv news

The Mainichi, June 25th, 2016


latest news
the tv broadcasts
an old war

Frogpond 38.2,  Spring-Summer issue 2015


noonday heat
a breeze peels
the onion seller's skirt

Indian Kukai 9 (Onion), February 2015


traditional market
the scent of mountain breeze
in the vendor's tea cup

Daily Haiga, November 4th, 2014


fresh fish market
a young man carries the wet basket
full of stars

The 140th World Haiku Association Haiga Contest, March 2016


spring breeze
the tiny finger tips holds up
her first white frangipani

A Hundred Gourds  4.2, March 2015


a jasmine bud falls
in the court's dance pavilion
her eyes inhale

A Hundred Gourds  5.3, June 2016


lone homecoming —
dad's cigar purse
still in the same place

A Hundred Gourds,  3.1, December 2013


starry night
grandma removes
the corn kernels

DailyHaiku, May 15th, 2015


gathered in the mosque
for wedding vows —
a spider weaves its web

A Hundred Gourds 2.4,  September 2013


my toddler reading sunbeam
a bedtime story

Failed Haiku  1.1 January 2016


wrong GPS
on the peak of the empty road
we reach the moon

The Mainichi, April 29th, 2016


bachelor's garden
sugar-apples ripen
along its path

Daily Haiga, May 26th, 2014


bachelor’s garden
a soka bough embraces
the old mango tree

ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK/ David McMurray, November 15th, 2013


ocean of sand —
thousands of wind paths
within each grain

Wednesday Haiku 184, Issa's Untidy Hut, July 2nd, 2014