World Haiku Series 2019 (87) Haiku by Kanchan Chatterjee   cold night . . . the smell of mothball from my rug   寒い夜．．． 防虫剤の匂い 私の敷物から   quiet evening . . . the host slides the shoji to show her roses   静かな夜．．． 主人が障子をすうっと開ける 彼女のバラを見せる   in the doc's chamber a grasshopper slides in through … Continue reading World Haiku Series 2019 (87) Haiku by Kanchan Chatterjee →