Volume XIV, Number 1: March, 2012
Haiku
narrow road
the clash of umbrellas
as we near the Buddha
Kala Ramesh
the world a blossom
I make up a song
for my dog
David Boyer
morning mist
a parrot asks
my plan today
Muhary Wahyu Nurba
the puddle
deeper than I thought
empty mailbox
Connie Donleycott
the wren’s empty nest
just a little less
of the moon
Jack Barry
blue whale
the outstretched arms
of a toddler
Victor Ortiz
first day of spring
a puppy at the pet shop
wags itself
Bill Kenney
spring!
a bug I don’t know
looks me straight in the eye
Sandra Simpson
still some snow
on the upturned canoe
seed hulls
John Shiffer
colorless wind
the ashes
that don’t scatter
Carolyn Hall
aroma of coffee
in the morning breeze
my new lover
Marie Kasprzak
catch and release
a little shine left
on my fingers
Jim Kacian
shimmering lake
how unimportant
what’s important
Ernest Wit
cloud castles
the music we heard
just air
Roland Packer
alone in the bush
just me
and a blowfly
Kieran O’Connor
skinny dipping
mayflies
shed their skins
Jeff Hoagland
illuminating
motel wallpaper
headlamps
Alan S. Bridges
rain from the west
sifts through the porch screen —
the evening cool
Gwenn Gurnack
dining alone
the festival lights
keep a regular beat
Suhit Kelkar
in our face
the dog shakes off
the ocean
Gary Hotham
ears over eyes,
the pigs stretch out
in the evening sun
John Barlow
village fair . . .
insects fly round and round
a tube light
K. Ramesh
her heart
on her sleeve
firefly
Joyce Clement
KEEP OFF GRASS
the tut tut tut
of a sprinkler head
John Hawk
wind waves
through the tall wheat
missing her
Michael L. Evans
cockatoo roost
the last light of evening
folded in the hills
Jo McInerney
starry night . . .
a black rhino
fills the water hole
Berenice Mortimer
bare feet
the child squelches
through a cowpat
Patricia Prime
summer squall
lily pads
hold the pond in place
Marsh Muirhead
wild mustard scent
a bed
shared with sisters
Eve Luckring
skylight raindrop
holding jupiter
and the moon
Hilary Tann
lovemaking —
over his shoulder
the moon
Lesley Walter
the cricket’s song
what’s left
of the moon
Mary Ahearn
autumn zephyr
my daughter imitates
a maple seed
John Hawk
autumn woods
my last walk as a bachelor
memorizing vows
James Schlett
wind-blown sky
a dragonfly’s grip
on the clothes line
John W. Wisdom
autumn orchard
the oval of a basket
imprinted on the grass
Magdalena Banaszkiewicz
morning cicadas
a vine reaches
into open space
Joyce Clement
horseshoe pit
a yellow maple leaf
leans on the spike
Christopher Herold
the vermillion glow
from the pistachio trees —
I knew your father
pjm
stuck
in the eddy
autumn sky
Jeff Hoagland
persimmon sky
two blackbirds puff up
their silhouettes
Polona Oblak
two attempts
at the trouser leg
New Year’s Day
Owen Bullock
snow squeak
the longest branch bounces
with sparrows
Jennifer Corpe
slideshow
our winter vacation
the white wall
Gregory Hopkins
last autumn colours —
the cloister fountain
keeps singing
Valeria Simonova-Cecon
antler clash
the moose
lock breaths
Grant D. Savage
the soft blur
of sleeping swans . . .
winter light
Ron C. Moss
first star
my son says he knows
the speed of light
Tom Painting
deep winter
I lose my list
of things to do
Kirsty Karkow
blizzard from the North —
the buffalo turn
to face the white
Aw-o-tan Nisgah (Shield Little Brother)
school reunion
failing to recognize
the winter goldfinch
Carolyn Coit Dancy
always making
something out of nothing
the brilliance of crows
Beverly Acuff Momoi
mid-winter
the stillness of the sardines
in the tin
George Swede
a gazillion germs
in a sneeze
yet more stars
LeRoy Gorman
winter gulls
the grit of sand
in soap
Glenn G. Coats
the big dipper
my dog keeps searching
for the right spot
G.R. LeBlanc
swollen moon
the winter diet
of comfort food
J. Zimmerman
office aquarium
the fish and I
in different boxes
Yu Chang
a pawn sacrificed
keeping the game alive
this freezing night
Michael McClintock
winter solitude
the elevator speaks
to me
Michelle Schaefer
blowing snow
I learn the secrets
of the wind
Geoffrey Van Kirk
winter sun . . .
the soft flicker of waxwings
in the firethorn
Claire Everett
taking a left
when I should have gone right
spring drizzle
Stephen A. Peters
spring moon
her tippy-toes bring her
that much closer
David Caruso
a red fox
appears disappears
winter wind
Carolyn Hall
all day writing poems . . .
the sound of paper settling
in the bin
George Swede
a flutter
in the doe’s flank
crocus in snow
Michele Root-Bernstein
Good Friday . . .
walking to confession
in worn shoes
Charlotte Digregorio
moon-washed garden
wondering what became
of the tailless thrush
André Surridge
a first kiss
on the edge of summer
sand in my shoe
Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
family picnic —
my son runs a finger
over his birthmark
Roman Lyakhovetsky
approaching storm . . .
a fluorescent swimsuit
on the clothesline
Hana Nestieva
high desert
the weathered rock
gives up a shell
Lynne Steel
scent of her hair
wave after wave
touches the shore
John W. Wisdom
bullfrogs croak
in the river
women harvest stones
Todd Grant
migraine —
the red fan opening
fold by fold
Ruth Holzer
with a little rain,
the color returns
to a stone
Jeffrey Woodward
carving emoticons
in ice cream . . .
lonely town
Michael McClintock
octopus
I already know
the way home
Robert Epstein
sun-filled eddy —
a swainson’s thrush sings
an upward spiral
Ruth Yarrow
turning tide . . .
a barnacle waits
on a limpet
Marion Clarke
first drops
a frog syncopates
with the cicadas
Nathalie Buckland
same as it was
when we were cavemen
the moon
Christopher Herold
dry September . . .
water gurgles
in my fish tank
Nu Quang
returning home —
I cross to the cricket’s
side of the road
Tomislav Maretic
mossy creek bank
the days when I could be
anything
Lorin Ford
a butterfly
in her cupped hands
end of summer
Susan Constable
misty morning —
lingering smell of cattle
in Abilene
Frances Jones
cicada song
Spanish moss dipped
in sunlight
Robyn Hood Black
scent
of raked leaves —
an old wound
Giselle Maya
autumn sun
the man on a bicycle
hugs his pumpkin
Robert Witmer
autumn twilight
I tell the hostel
we’re almost there
Marcus Larsson
black fingers
in the dough
a hint of winter
Lenard Moore
a faint chance of snow
“the right money moves
for the year ahead”
Merrill Ann Gonzales
autumn woods
my son and I
not just DNA
Patricia Klein
Halloween
the white cat’s
black shadow
Gregory Hopkins
the sky
gray with voices
late geese
Ann K. Schwader
shorter days
my Medicare card
arrives in the mail
Joann Klontz
emptying the trap . . .
a pumpkin seed between
the mouse’s teeth
Nathalie Buckland
sudden winter
the press of cold metal
against the paper gown
Beverly Acuff Momoi
holidays over . . .
change from someone’s pocket
between couch cushions
Connie Donleycott
no desire
to talk it through
first moon of winter
Francine Banwarth
this way and that
winter sun
in a rabbit’s ear
Scott Terrill
stark tree limbs
a cyclist I see
every morning
paul m.
another new year
the reek of gunpowder wafts
on the cold night air
Jim Kacian
hunger moon
the many shades
of snow . . .
Roland Packer
a wren at sunrise
it seems too early
to write of death
Greg Piko
stark tree limbs
I have nothing
of my hometown
paul m.
raging blizzard
the gritted teeth
of jumper cables
Jeff Stillman
winter solitude
another long night
where things left off
Michael Henry Lee
awkward silence
a guest pinches
a sprig of lavender
Dru Philippou
spring dusk
a turtle laying eggs
in railbed cinder
Michele L. Harvey
looseknit sweater —
the spring wind comes to me
in a thousand ways
Tom Tico
deep winter
I hang my shadow
in the closet
Michael Feinstein
romance ends
pot-shaped clods of dirt
on the compost pile
Julie Warther
scent of guava
a glimpse of my youth
in the fruit aisle
Yu Chang
the softness
of lamb’s ears
garden for the blind
André Surridge