Rising eight hundred feet from the sheep-scattered pastures, oak, ash and birch, how skeletal and delicate they look, under rolling clouds, ...

. by Jeffrey Woodward Ken Jones contributes regularly to UK Haiku magazines and is represented in British and American anthologies. For his ...

. A winding street near the harbour, its broken gutters splash water on the passers by. In the damp westerlies the door sticks. Push hard. T...

. Lying in wait the morning of a day waiting to happen Down a broad, bracken-filled valley the elderly couple over from England. Immaculate ...

. Rooted out in autumn livid again in spring the weed in the chimney stack In the mail it is the elegant grey envelope that stands out. Expe...

. Glazed picture gathering the reflections of my study I found the wood engraving in a charity shop.. Early nineteenth century and reminisce...

. Full sail two boats make for the moonlit shore two men, two women wait Out there, on the edge of the sea, the two men stand together, tall...

. Rising eight hundred feet from the sheep-scattered pastures, oak, ash and birch, how skeletal and delicate they look, under rolling clouds...

. ‘ That Englishman, staying at the Plâs. I warned him not to go walking up in Coed Du. Not on Nos Calan. “I don’t believe in such things”, ...

A natural man trap, it haunts my dreams. These few square miles in the lap of Cadair Idris – the mountain of the Giant Idris. Ankle breaking...

Pot holed track the last finger post points here Down by the gate I recognise the tricycle contraption from his previous visit, some four ye...

This is not about gate-posts, boundary posts and other posts that have something obvious to do. Taut barbed wire smooth new fence posts each...

The Parsley Bed: Haiku Stories by Ken Jones. Pilgrim Press: Cwmrheidol, Wales, 2006. ISBN: 978-0-9539-9014-6. Perfect bound, 5 ¼ x 7 ½ inch...