Richard West
"Richard West" was Regents' Professor of Classics in a large public university and has published numerous books and many articles and poems under his own name or various pen names. He now lives in the Desert Southwest, where he enjoys cooking and attempting to add flavor to his poems.
ice into diamonds
the alchemy
of a January moon
Akitsu Quarterly, Fall/Winter, 2025
turning the pages
the wind
reading faster than I do
Akitsu Quarterly, Fall/Winter, 2025
still summer,
but a leaf turns to brown –
Kīlauea lava flow
tsuri-dōrō 29, September-October, 2025
yin and yang
a magpie heralds
the equinox
Under the Basho, 27 August 2025
endless reflections . . .
the full moon dripping
into the rain barrel
Time Haiku, 62, August 2025
old man of the sea
the shark bites
mainly forgotten
Contemporary Haibun, 21.2, August, 2025
sky-fire flames
stirred into the sea
ocean melting pot
Daily Haiga, August 9, 2025
desert rain –
A thirsty coyote
drinks the moon
Cold Moon Journal, August 1, 2025
a star falls upwards
in the midnight sky
night flight
Autumn Moon, Summer, 2025
retreating tide –
slivers of moonlight
left on the beach
Autumn Moon, Summer, 2025
climate change –
beyond a shadow
of a drought
LEAF Journal of Daily Haiku, 7, 2025
ripples in time
I count the growth rings
in the old stump
tsuri-dōrō 28, 2025
desert podcast –
the mesquite tree
drops its seeds
DailyHaiga, June 12, 2025
oriental sky lantern
I write your name
on a rising moon
Shadow Pond, May 12, 2025
time on my hands
trying to fix
the old clock
Haiku Universe, April 15, 2025
winds may roar on mountains
or whisper to willow trees,
but only poets hear them sing
World Haiku Review, Spring, 2025
in orbit
a hummingbird
circles the globe thistle
Wales Haiku Journal, Spring, 2025
low tide
the starfish in a
different universe
night snow –
flakes of moonlight
falling from the sky
summer night
fireflies reflecting
the hovering stars
the alchemy of
turning sand into silver
desert moon
misty moon
the white crow with
no one else to love
a raven’s call dissolves in the silence of snow
winter trees
their only leaves
a flock of finches
old forest stump
the space
remembering the tree
cirrus clouds –
stretching the sky
of my mood
a perfect poem
the haiku master
smiles and weeps