Roman 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.
tent by the sea
she slowly unzips
the autumn sky
jazz cafe bill the odd signature of rain
Modern Haiku 47:2, Summer 2016
spring cleaning
jazz drum brushes
fade in
rubbing a lamp
what might she dream about,
the hotel maid?
khamseen twilight
each window crevice whistles
its own tune
Modern Haiku 49:1, Winter Spring 2018
water wheel
pulling up clouds
from the river
night airport
a busker comes back
to the root note
Blithe Spirit, 31:3, 01-Aug-2021
desert ruins...
hawk's feather chasing
a dust devil
Frogpond 44:3 October-2021
desert gas station -
a driver and a hitcher
share prayer rug
Modern Haiku 53:1 Winter-Spring 2022
desert sunrise
smell of rain outlives
the rain
full moon . . .
my shadow playing
the air guitar
Frogpond 38:3, Autumn 2015
moonlit highway
assuring the GPS girl
i quit the booze
grant submission
i propose to save the world
with glowing worms
jazz cafe bill the odd signature of rain
Modern Haiku 47:2, Summer 2016
zen poem…
my phone screen
goes blank
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
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