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Veronika Zora·January 7, 2023

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Crimson Shadows

written by: Veronika Zora

from the throat
of a peacock
crimson shadows

dressed up like a car crash Venus

feeling its stench
as it sickens and dies
tomorrow’s wind

lost in its emptiness …
a crow’s caw

dragon, your dance!
even the stars hold
their breath

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Veronika Zora has been creating short form Japanese poetry since 2012. Her work includes haiku, stand-alone hokku, tanka, photo-haiga, taiga and haibun. Veronika's poetic endeavours are published in highly acclaimed print journals and online journals including The Mainichi Press, Under the Bashō, Akitsu Quarterly, Scarlet Dragonfly, Daily Haiga, Heliosparrow, Moonbathing and many more. Her haiku has won awards and certificates. Veronika is also published in several haiku anthologies.

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

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