These haiku by the Macedonian poet Katica Kulavkova leap from the mundane to the visionary and back again in the splice of an instant. That is what we expect from a haiku. In Kulavkova’s poems, we are not disappointed. Light creaks, whispers, sings. Voices reach, stretch on tiptoe, touch. A tangle with an unexpected memory makes hairs on forearms stand on end. Desire blows the mind. The sun’s graze on the skin is heartbreak. Joy is brushed in a green shadow. The naked eye sees momentarily into and through the stuff of things.