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August 2008 Issue VIII:3

Haiku/Senryu

 



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another shoeless evening
at the bottom
of the world
  lilac scent
straight to
my purple heart
  entering barefoot
the scent
of lemon
 
  running
for nothing
rainy headed boys
 
tic tac toe
another cat's game
in the universe


nose pressed in boletuses
I could not be found
in this world
Patrick Sweeney

 

 

 

down all the alleys
of seventeen
lilacs

 

between branches
between bones
winter fog

Ann K. Schwader

 

 

 

who knows
daisies
who knows who knows

 
by the light of the pine do not resuscitate
dust devil on a dead planet
a sharp wind your tears around the corner

  year after year
of zeros
blue eyes
John Stevenson

 

 

 

within the stone the sandstorm
through me the reedy night harmonica
Billie Dee

 

 

 

why not the june sky lingers in one star's blue light

Andrea Grillo

 

 

 

maintenance required and rain and rain

 

this dandelion
inside my chest
 

   two walls of green pulling us deeper

Dana Duclo

 

 

 

  the rain opens
thousands of eyes
in a peacock
 
your last breaths
I am breathing
with you for you
and sometime
after
  the wind turns
and turning takes on
a body of many
bodies, blackbirds turning
into light
in a seed I don't know the answer
no season
what this moment needs
is a penguin
  down the long hallway
of a telescope
my howling eye
Peter Yovu

 

 

 

 
The door to my throat opens :: the only thread shining
Standing alone :: there is a coffin :: too small for my days
Go into the knife :: a cup of black clouds to drink
Is forsythia the wrong destination  
Grant Hackett

 

 

 

 

Use masks when you go
Down to the barrio place
And just cover your face

 
G. David Schwartz

 

 

 

Oh, only two eyes
to see this:
the sky full of lanterns

 

Smiling
behind the death mask,
this is God, too

  Such is autumn:
if I cry, I cry
I must face this grave
 
  I was born here
with those cold angels
and their trumpets
 
Narcissicus,
         Let me keep you in this vase.
That sound pigs make with room to move
But I found myself in these waters that run by the church
Capturing a butterfly the American in me
Paul Pfleuger, Jr.

 

 

 

when in doubt i ask the spreadwings
in the ever-changing compost to ponder
tennessee crop circle food prices rise in outer space
where blood shouldn't be young leaves of dogwood
marlene mountain

 

 

 

 

siesta
the sun
sketches me a moon

 
Helen Buckingham

 

 

 


     chromatophores:
  concealing the lover
revealing the loved
 
 

is it the loved
or the lover,
       sunning

 
     I see you
       chameleon
            blossom
 
Sabine Miller

 

 

 


altered memories
birdsong tugging
at the sky

 
Carolyn Hall

 

 

blue waves where the body washed up  



 

anyway
this is the road I'm on:
snowfall thickens
Mike Dillon

 



that time of day
sunlight on water
water on sunlight

 
George Swede

 

 


born
again
green

 
Victor Ortiz

 

 

 

whodunit mystery—
the winter moon clears
its throat

 

glühwein—
a dark hole
in his laughter

 

Capitol garden
I teach roses
to be quiet


under Buddha’s eyes
a janitor sweeps
yesterday’s petals

 
Fay Aoyagi

 

 

into the whys of the river bend    the pied-billed grebe
white dew   the crow stretches out its caw

from tomb to boneless tomb the black redstarts

John Barlow

 

 

 

moonlight
on the tips of her fingers
crushed moths

 
John W. Sexton

 

 


sandflies
in the surf
the breath of clams
 
Patrick M. Pilarski

 

 

. . . don't worry snake the stars will get us both
  aphrodite . . .
winding kite string
around a dowel
 
  chill night
losing its shape . . .
confucian dream
 
nothing is swifter than a rumor clouds

startled by the shadow of a spider walking stick . . .

Tyler Pruett

 

 

wind-borne seed
         I have
         my doubts

 
Peggy Willis Lyles

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