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contents
haiku
pp.4-31
Editor: Lorin Ford - Australia
tanka
pp.32-40
haiga
pp.41-76
Editor: Melinda B. Hipple - USA
haibun pp.77-95
Editor: Ray Rasmussen - Canada
renga/ renku
pp.96-115
Editor-in-Chief / Resources: Colin Stewart Jones - Scotland
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white pine bonsai —
the view from his office
on the fourteenth floor
David Ash - U.S.A
morning shadows
a band of blue jays
take flight
G.R. LeBlanc - Canada
in an urban sky
birds shift in unison —
drifting ice
G.R. LeBlanc - Canada
cold night
a twig outside the window
raps
Jan Dobb - Australia
frozen dawn
just one gum leaf
shivers
Jan Dobb - Australia
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winter day
white sun flies through
cockatoo wings
Jan Dobb - Australia
cloud mountain
over
mountain
Michael Ketchek - U.S.A
motionless stars
I open the window
to feel the wind
Michael Ketchek - U.S.A
winter and winter
after the blue snow settles —
wild call, white like noise
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé - Singapore
remaining snow —
a parrot sings on and on
to the dawn sun
Narayanan Raghunathan – India
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grandfather's yearbook
the black and white photos
of white people
Gregory Hopkins - U.S.A
equinox
part of me
still with her
Gregory Hopkins - U.S.A
her first swim
I breathe a prayer
into her floaties
Gregory Hopkins - U.S.A
beach sands...
beyond the sway of her hips
the surging sea
Kala Ramesh - India
chameleon...
its head splits
from the branch
Kala Ramesh - India
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her hair
centre-parts
in the wind
a spring lantern
Kala Ramesh - India
funeral:
even now his face
remains a mask
Kala Ramesh - India
winter rain
one black umbrella
at his graveside
Mark Lonergan - Ireland
torrential rain
umbrellas mushroom
in the park
Mark Lonergan - Ireland
mirror-like water
at last a frog
shatters it
Mark Lonergan - Ireland
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how much farther
his offspring leap
old bullfrog
Bill Cooper - U.S.A
Trevi fountain
daughters too young
to guess their return
Bill Cooper - U.S.A
war letters
learning what
he left out
Bill Cooper - U.S.A
sea oats...
leaning over
the long pier
Bill Cooper - U.S.A
crossing the border
with flimsy papers
a gust
Bill Cooper - U.S.A
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River eddy
someone else's route map
slowly dissolves
J. Zimmerman - U.S.A
Rusty Cadillac
filigreed with spider webs —
a church bell tolls
J. Zimmerman - U.S.A
evening Mass
a fading reflection
behind the altar
Mary Davila - U.S.A
inhaling the scent
of her new prayer book
First Communion
Mary Davila - U.S.A
cherry petals
in the fresh cut grass. . .
her mind drifts
Mary Davila - U.S.A
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his quick
fingers on the keyboard
blossoms falling
Chen-ou Liu - Canada
autumn dawn
alone with what the night
has left me
Chen-ou Liu - Canada
single married single again a rushing river
Chen-ou Liu - Canada
the ruins
of the lockkeeper's house
first few spots of rain
Brendan Slater - Netherlands
IQ test
distracted by the murmur
of my heart
Brendan Slater - Netherlands
clearing sky —
I take his airbrushed photo
out of the frame
Nathalie Buckland - Australia
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summer market
all the shades
of mango chutney
Nathalie Buckland - Australia
city apartment
as rush hour eases
...the sound of ducks
Nathalie Buckland - Australia
morning news
a bellbird calls
a bellbird replies
Cynthia Rowe - Australia
reunion photo
he sends me
the seafood platter
Cynthia Rowe - Australia
mud flat
the quiver
of crab holes
Beverley George - Australia
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longest night
the reading pile
grows shorter
Beverley George - Australia
the tune
of an old love song
desert rain
Melissa Spurr - U.S.A
chill breeze
the sun and a coyote
at my back
Melissa Spurr - U.S.A
this long war
the infection settles
in my chest
Melissa Spurr - U.S.A
just before
the doctor's surgery
my arrhythmia
stops
Owen Bullock - New Zealand
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not part
of the renga
the haijin's wife
walks in the garden
Owen Bullock - New Zealand
dreams of avant garde
fields of emeralds —
a few words left
on waking
Owen Bullock - New Zealand
no one
behind him
mountain path
Owen Bullock - New Zealand
impatient
I tip the incense
from the ash
Owen Bullock - New Zealand
sundown —
tobacco ash stamped
into the sand
Neal Whitman - U.S.A
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A new planet
forms from the gas of a star —
I plant tulip bulbs
Jack Galmitz - U.S.A
Wintry dawn —
a white horse walks
through the barn door
Jack Galmitz - U.S.A
Nothing I can do
can separate me from you —
green hill
Jack Galmitz - U.S.A
Hyacinths appear —
why do we want
what we cannot share?
Jack Galmitz - U.S.A
Watching waves form —
my son holds
his son
Jack Galmitz - U.S.A
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Grandma's way...
the hems of clean sheets
caught by the wind
Kirsty Karkow - U.S.A
the netsuke
she loved and treasured...
April yard sale
Kirsty Karkow - U.S.A
dreams of lions —
the wild nor-easter
wakes me up
Kirsty Karkow - U.S.A
deep in a book...
the swish of hailstones
on the rhododendrons
Diane Mayr - U.S.A
Christmas lights...
one by one, they turn off
his machines
Michele L. Harvey - U.S.A
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they whisper
between themselves
river rocks
Michele L. Harvey - U.S.A
heat lightning
the rasp of unknown insects
keeping time
Michele L. Harvey - U.S.A
in this stifling heat
odours
of our history
Geoffrey Winch - U.K
predictions of drought
peach pies bubble
in the oven
Carolyn Hall - U.S.A
up with the birds...
just so many ways
to cook eggplant
Carolyn Hall - U.S.A
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with such a loud voice photos of the dead
Carolyn Hall - U.S.A
after bushfires
her landscape paintings
koala grey
Myra King - Australia
the summer
behind the summer
cosmos in the wind
Michael Lindenhofer - Austria
windfall on the road
sidestepping
wasps
Michael Lindenhofer - Austria
into the silence
the grasshopper sings
into the night
John Barlow - U.K
sunlight slanting through cloud the misty hills
John Barlow - U.K
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everywhere
in the stone circle
the mountain wind
John Barlow - U.K
a crow stalls
low over the brow
wind-whipped snow
John Barlow - U.K
oystercatchers put up by a merlin the mudflattened sun
John Barlow - U.K
the sparrow builds
her nest among the sacks
full moon
Gautam Nadkarni - India
May Day
the red betel nut spittle
on white walls
Gautam Nadkarni - India
summer noon
the counting of lampposts
from the bus stop
Gautam Nadkarni - India
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shade tree
filling in
for a friend
Gregory Hopkins - U.S.A
hoot of an owl
the space between the fir trees
filling up with fog
Gregory Hopkins - U.S.A
Japanese garden
a leaf drifting through
my mind
Bill Kenney - U.S.A
a friend has died
dandelions
everywhere
Bill Kenney - U.S.A
sultry afternoon...
fingering
the wind chimes
Bill Kenney - U.S.A
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undisturbed
in the cornfield...
a yellow bird
Keith A. Simmonds -Trinidad & Tobago
giant clouds
loitering in the sky...
summer solstice
Keith A. Simmonds -Trinidad & Tobago
starfish find
the child gazes
at the sky
Victor P. Gendrano - U.S.A
the children's swing
stops swinging
foreclosed house
Victor P. Gendrano - U.S.A
clouds quicken
...pencilling in
the wrong solution
Helen Buckingham - U.K
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summer's end
scratching our names
on the trunk of the sundial
Helen Buckingham - U.K
summer twilight
a firefly comes
then goes...
Paul Cordeiro - U.S.A
autumn leaves —
giving away
most of my books
Ruth Holzer - U.S.A
the blind dog
sleeping with her eyes open —
autumn fog
Ruth Holzer - U.S.A
autumn quiet
the beagle chews
a bookmark to shreds
Paul Cordeiro - U.S.A
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the black dog's head
between its paws
late autumn sun
Jo McInerney - Australia
faded suntans
hydrangeas bronzing
in the cooler air
Catherine J.S. Lee - U.S.A
circus poster
a red squirrel lopes
along the power line
Catherine J.S. Lee - U.S.A
fall regatta
a pair of gulls
racing the clouds
Catherine J.S. Lee - U.S.A
magpies
rising from the willows
into twilight
Brett Brady - U.S.A
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dewdrops...
every blade of grass
a prairie moon
Brett Brady - U.S.A
ghetto moon —
long long cello notes
from somewhere soft
Brett Brady - U.S.A
vase of jonquils...
clearing from the cellar
that reek of dead rat
Rodney Williams - Australia
new moustache —
his other
mid-life crisis
Rodney Williams - Australia
one white panel
in a darkened yard...
the dog star barks
Rodney Williams - Australia
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housing boom
another crow flies off
with a twig
Susan Constable - Canada
first day in the garden...
I turn another worm
upside down
Susan Constable - Canada
the glow
on my child's skin
buttercup
Jo McInerney - Australia
in her memory
I release a housefly
into the yard
Jo McInerney - Australia
the grizzled dog
heaving with sleep
first frost
Billie Dee - U.S.A
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after the rain
the unscented breath
of camellias
Billie Dee - U.S.A
choosing a blouse
to match the day
jacaranda
Billie Dee - U.S.A
afternoon stillness...
fish rise to prick
summer clouds
Jennifer Gomoll Popolis - U.S.A
dolphin voices —
red sun settles into
the Marshes of Glynn
Peggy Willis Lyles - U.S.A
enough snow
to hush the children —
dusk closing in
Peggy Willis Lyles - U.S.A
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the quilt's imperfect pattern Leonids
Peggy Willis Lyles - U.S.A
child's play —
salt from a lost ocean
for the robin's tail
Peggy Willis Lyles - U.S.A
spring thunder
young magicians
reappear
Peggy Willis Lyles - U.S.A
blowing bubbles
some I pop
some I let go
Adelaide B. Shaw - U.S.A
woodland phlox —
wet grass sticking
to my clothes
Adelaide B. Shaw - U.S.A
a ripe plum —
the skin slips off
with the first bite
Adelaide B. Shaw - U.S.A
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almost dinnertime —
low rumbles from
the gathering storm
Nancy Nitrio - U.S.A
sunset dissolving
in tranquil waters —
a man with an oar
Narayanan Raghunathan - India
sparrows are all over —
still, the light snow
on the mountain
Narayanan Raghunathan - India
first warm day a skylark singing from the sun
Martin Lucas - U.K
the warbler's song
a jumble of notes —
willow fluff
Martin Lucas - U.K
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looking back
from the buttercup meadow
the doe's eyes
Martin Lucas - U.K
the thought of a shadow —
a lighthouse bell
sounding through mist
Martin Lucas - U.K
shafts of light...
the rocks on the spit
are redshanks
Martin Lucas - U.K
darkening sky
homing parrots splatter
the asphalt
Quendryth Young - Australia
swimming hole
the man in the wheelchair
throws a stick
Quendryth Young - Australia
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split-second reaction
I swat
a lightning bug
Peter Newton - U.S.A
long rain ends
...the night filling
with crickets
Ann K. Schwader - U.S.A
last quarter
of the harvest moon
moving on
Ann K. Schwader - U.S.A
empty café
a cool breeze leafs through
the dessert menu
Rafal Zabratynski - Poland
string of tail lights
the Great Bear
still ahead
Rafal Zabratynski - Poland
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evening cars
an endless river
beyond the winter trees
Frances Jones - U.S.A
sunlight lengthens
across the floor
a spider runs to one o'clock
Frances Jones - U.S.A
Denver airport
walking the long trail
to Gate 88
Frances Jones - U.S.A
anchor haul —
turtles lumbering
back to sea
Garry Eaton - Canada
winter morning
from the open fridge
a dim light
Garry Eaton - Canada
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no longer a blur
I breathe in
mountain colours
Kari Thornton - U.S.A
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summer trees
waving across
a winking moon;
unashamed
I shed my clothes
Adelaide B. Shaw - USA
strangely erotic
watching skin disappear
under bra, panties
stockings, skirt, blouse
as you dress each morning
Michael Ketchek - USA
my life
arranged the way he likes it
then that flower
with the ruffled edge
drew me from the path
Michele L. Harvey - USA
in the roar
of this waterfall
I am deaf
to all past voices —
there is now only you
Amelia Fielden - Australia
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neatly in line
his size 12 work boots
catching cobwebs
like the dusty akubra
hanging on rusted nails
Barbara A Taylor - Australia
she hates it
how i cannot control
my compulsions
a perfectly straight line
of empty pill bottles
Brendan Slater - The Netherlands
many a time
have I set out
with empty pockets
this day
also
Ruth Holtzer - USA
spattering gravel
you drive away
still angry
in thin slippers
I feel the chill
Ruth Holtzer – USA
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Cycling in a thin dress
through the World's Fair Forest —
St. Louis summers
perfumed with jasmine
and melting tar
J. Zimmerman - USA
Those nimble birds
scrambling the wind above chimneys
and urban forest
are they swifts or swallows. . .
or just this world's debris?
J. Zimmerman - USA
I am a creature
of twilight times. . .
though one night
glancing out the window
geese against the moon
Naomi Beth Wakan - Canada
a wrinkled
face in the clouds
in the lake —
me?
it is, and yet. . .
Chen-ou Liu / Canada
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her haunting song
rustles a memory
of a former life;
a time of mists and fog
sweeping through the heather
Adelaide B. Shaw - USA
rain wall
curtains the bridge
my veranda weeps
while I rail
against this fading moon
Cynthia Rowe - Australia
banged up
for something i didn't do
every night
the squeaks from the bunk above
the whistling of the guards
Brendan Slater - The Netherlands
tonight
the tender moon
is waning
i mould myself around you
breathe when you breathe
Brendan Slater - The Netherlands
Notes from the Gean No.6, September 2010 Page 36
unmoved
by our dancing
the monk's dog
rises slowly
to sniff the gong
Shona Bridge - Australia
i let the full moon
shroud me
in healing light. . .
finally accepting
my cancer diagnosis
Pamela A. Babusci - USA
starless sky
i stir the windchimes
to convince myself
i am not alone
in this vast universe
Pamela A. Babusci - USA
once described
as dancing through life. . .
it's true
even my newest shoes
are worn down at the heels
Michele L. Harvey - USA
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the knot-hole
in the floor board
sometimes
some things
should be forgiven
Michele L. Harvey - USA
a crazy man
can't be argued with
he said
from his tractor, pulling up
the last tree in his yard
Michele L. Harvey - USA
the tooth
I wasn't ready to lose
quite yet —
like love it served me well
until the pain
Cathy Drinkwater Better - USA
first kiss
at thirteen —
"that wasn't so bad,
now was it?"
I asked him
Cathy Drinkwater Better - USA
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long ago
I wore your father's
college sweatshirt
until it was as threadbare
as our love
Cathy Drinkwater Better - USA
sun hidden
clouds move on
diamonds
tumble headlong
into the river
miriam chaikin – USA
the day comes down
sets out on its way
fingers reach out
from everywhere
trying to hold it back
miriam chaikin - USA
the first weekend
since mother's funeral —
these hills
surrounding our hometown
all echo in silence
Rodney Williams / Australia
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bird's nest
high in a bare poplar. . .
death notice
for an old love
last seen by a grave
Rodney Williams / Australia
the pressure mounts
to find answers flickering
across the screen
a bird in the ash tree
calls: "fly away and sing..."
Merrill Ann Gonzales - USA
sublime smiles
the painting portrays
I adjust to live
rewinding the coil of time
in the shadows of my loneliness
P K Padhy - India
bomb-ravaged field
sixty-five years later
a monument to peace
becoming another
stop for tourists
Victor P. Gendrano - USA
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bleeding
in the darkness
of the womb
her heart weeps for the child
she has never seen
Kala Remesh (__kala) - India
at the end
her passing
was peaceful
no secrets revealed
no unexpected truths
Cynthia Rowe - Australia
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an'ya, USA
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Haiku - Susan Constable, Canada
Photograph - David Constable, Canada
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Susan Constable, Canada
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Susan Constable, Canada
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Susan Constable, Canada
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Haiku - Susan Constable, Canada
Photograph - David Constable, Canada
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Susan Constable, Canada
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Susan Constable, Canada
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Tanka first published in Magnapoets, Issue 5, January 2010
Susan Constable, Canada
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Aubrie Cox, USA
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Aubrie Cox, USA
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Haiku - Andrea Cecon, Italy
Photograph - Aubrie Cox, USA
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Haiku - Garrett Derman, USA
Photograph - Aubrie Cox, USA
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Aubrie Cox, USA
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Mary Davila, USA
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Mary Davila, USA
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Ramona Linke, Germany
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Ramona Linke, Germany
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Ramona Linke, Germany
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Image from the Hokusai school, from Library of Congress collection.
Diane Mayr, USA
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Image by unknown artist, from Library of Congress collection.
Diane Mayr, USA
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Maureen Sexton, Australia
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Maureen Sexton, Australia
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Maureen Sexton, Australia
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Maureen Sexton, Australia
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Maureen Sexton, Australia
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Adelaide B. Shaw, USA
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Adelaide B. Shaw, USA
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Brendan Slater, The Netherlands
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Brendan Slater, The Netherlands
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Brendan Slater, The Netherlands
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Brendan Slater, The Netherlands
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Brendan Slater, The Netherlands
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Brendan Slater, The Netherlands
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Brendan Slater, The Netherlands
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Neal Whitman and Marty Klein, USA
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Marjorie A Buettner, USA
Without Her
Her life spills over on side tables and magazine-littered chairs along with a bed never used, the curtain
never drawn and a roommate who sleeps all the time. I tell my children to remember to touch her as
much as possible, kiss her and hug her for it is in touch that we become human; it is in touch that we
become divine. But all she wants to do is smoke, so we go outside to share a cool 40 degree
temperature with three smoking women; all of their oxygen tanks wait for them in the entry way, their
conversation riddled with cough.
These are hard memories to wake up to this morning and the sky — layered in warring clouds —
carries its own secrets, binding the day to a congealed memory.
winter sunlight--
a prowl of unknown tracks in the snow
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Wende Skidmore DuFlon, Guatemala
Todos los Santos
cloud forest mist
a small casket follows a large one
No one seems to notice when we enter the hospital's pediatric area. Children with big bellies and thin
extremities sit on cots or on parents' laps. The children's scalps show through thinning hair — their
brown eyes look but do not see. My attention is drawn to a man cradling a small boy, using a syringe
to feed him slowly. Once he finishes I greet him with a touch on the shoulder and commend him for
being the only father here among mothers. He turns his weathered face up to me and says that one
cannot choose....one does what one has to do....one does what God directs because only he knows
why.
son on his shoulders
and a wreath of plastic roses...
All Souls' Day
Notes from the Gean No.6, September 2010 Page 79
Michele Harvey, USA
Father's Day
He told me about how coyotes gnaw themselves free.
oncoming dusk
gin bottles overflow
the recycling bin
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Helen E. Herr, Canada
cruising
my heart flushes on "Puerto Vallarta's" sand bows to the senorita breathes deep fiesta twirls white lace
castanets "Coctel de langosta" and deviled eggs, words drifting on waves between swaths on Canadian
prairie
moon
pulls tides
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Ruth Holzer, USA
Amsterdam
I wasn't there for the Rembrandts or the Anne Frank House, but because a sailor I had met in Venice
described his city to me in such lively detail that I had to see it. He told me about his favorite
coffeehouse, the art gallery where his charcoal drawings had been exhibited, and his girlfriend Beate
whom he asked me to visit. It was winter when I stopped there on my dilatory way home: sky the
color of smoke, frozen canals, empty flower boxes at the windows of the houseboats.
In the art gallery I find Beate who offers to put me up in the apartment they had shared. I touch the
books we had talked about through many long nights. She thinks he's coming back. I don’t tell her he's
already in Hong Kong. In my pocket, his onyx signet ring, a ship upon on the sea.
harbor lights...
a rough passage west for Grandmother
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Nancy Hull, Canada
Today is ...
The family has agreed it's time, so Mum and I visit the seniors' residence. At first glance it resembles a
hotel. A smiling face behind the front desk greets us and indicates chairs, with sturdy arms, to relax in
while we wait for the manager. On our tour we are shown what looks like a linen-clad resturant. A
large print menu posted at the door offers a variety of soft bland foods. We move down a brightly lit
corridor with railings on each wall and pass the guests who are wearing mostly easy care polyester and
are pushing walkers. One women has a beautiful hand knit sweater draped over her stooped shoulders.
I want to compliment her on it but I hesitate. Would I have to speak loudly? Would I startle her? Would
she understand me?
Inside the model suite I point out to Mum the mature maple trees and flower garden outside the
window. We both carefully avoid mentioning the parking lot and construction site beyond them. On
leaving the building a sign informs us, TODAY IS : SUNDAY.
Monday morning
too many grey hairs
in my brush
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Roger Jones, USA
Burying My Parents
Afterwards, my sisters and I at the dinner table discuss the funeral, and what happens next. We know
what they would say: "Don’t worry." Or "We're together; take care of yourselves"; or "Use the money
wisely — do what you feel you need to." Walking back into their lives — the Forties, Fifties and beyond
— we recount how it all transpired, year by year, all of it lived out, one moment at a time. The part
before we were here; the part after we each arrived. How it all somehow led to this day.
church grounds
the gathering congregation of shadows
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Chen-ou Liu, Canada
A Canadian Story
In memory of my friend and teacher, Paul Crudden
In 2004, I volunteered at a long-term care center as a friendly visitor for one of its residents, Paul
Crudden. His illness made him speak with difficulty, but it didn't stop him from conversing. Once a
week I would show him how to use the Internet and we'd discuss Chinese language and culture about
which he was insatiably interested.
We sometimes met at my home where we'd watch and discuss films. Paul had worked in Hollywood
and I had been a film critic in Taiwan. There seemed to be a karmic link between us.
words
from the twisted mouth heartbeats
One day I visited him, and he sensed that I was upset. Guessing the issue, he said, "Chen-ou, don't
worry about your English. Both of us have speaking problems, but many people around us have
listening problems."
the last visit...
grasping at the air his bony hand
Paul's acceptance and encouragement made the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms relevant to
me. He passed away on Oct., 30, 2005. Two years later, I received my Canadian citizenship.
late Paul
puts his hand on my shoulder... snow on snow
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Ed Markowski, USA
Lumber Jack
Sleight Of Hand
The Mission Street Magician Missing Both
I'm standing in the checkout line at Phil's Shop & Sip on the outskirts of Thief River Falls waiting to pay
for a Dr Pepper, two Slim Jims, a bag of Doritos, and a Moon Pie behind this bearded giant in a red
flannel shirt. I take a good long look ..... Nope, never seen him before in my life, not at the Arctic Cat
Plant, the Black Cat Bar, China King, Dee's Place Johnies Joint, the Lantern or Suzy's Sundance. Then,
quicker than a trout to a fly, I get this feeling that I've known Lumber Jack all my life, but I can't place
him. I take a second look. If Lumber Jack was a pine tree, he'd touch Mars. If he was Route 59, he'd
go eight lanes easy with a median and two wide shoulders. Adding everything up, looks to me like
Lumber Jack's gotta go at least seven foot, four-hundred.
Phil's wife Ilse Anne is getting ready to play Jingle Bells on the cash register keys when Lumber Jack
starts hoisting his booty out of the shopping cart. I can't see through or around this mountain, but I
can hear her counting up his items out loud same as she does every time she runs the register ........
"Let's see, ya got five loaves of Wonder Bread ya do, four cases of Grain Belt long necks, ya do, three
half gallons Bacardi Dark, two cans King Oscar Kipper Snacks in mustard sauce ya do, and one Dutch
Masters Mint Panatela."
I notice the descending numerical order of Lumber Jack's items. I figure the stranger might be an
obsessive compulsive, a control freak, or some kind of hyper active guy who actually needs the booze
so he can color inside the lines. On the other hand, he's got about ten thousand board feet worth of
sawdust settled in his hair and beard, a helluva sun tan, and he's built rock solid. Lumber Jack could be
a lumber jack, might work at Peterson's Lumber Yard, could be a house builder, cabinet maker, or
carpenter, so I ain't about to lay any money down on who this familiar stranger is or what he might do
to pay the bills.
Looking at it from in front of and behind the eight ball, I says to myself, whatever, it takes all kinds,
every color of the rainbow, variety is the spice of life, every drop a different flavor, geese, grapes,
groundhogs, guns, and gals, that's the glory and glamour of God's creation.
It all comes down to who ever Lumber Jack is, where ever he comes from, and whatever he does is ok
by me. So, I find the remote and change the TV station in my mind. Now I'm watching my joy, Ilse
Anne unbutton her blouse and my Levis in the kitchen of Phil's double wide. Me and Ilse Anne are
about to do it on the kitchen table a second time when Lumber Jack leaps into a gold medal winning
triple axel. After he spins and lands, his left eye holds me hostage in a stream of white light, his right
eye freezes Ilse Anne in a beam of blue.
Lumber Jack points at the beer and booze, "That ? That's for a little welcome home party I'm throwing
for myself. I've been away for awhile."
Ilse Anne says, "Well then welcome home soldier. Everyone in town, even the Chippewa up at the
Seven Clans Casino appreciates what you boys are doing in Eye Rock and Trashghanistan to keep Thief
River Falls a hummus free town."
Lumber Jack says, "If my enemies were that easy, I wouldn't have come back."
I ain't said a word, and I ain't about to because I'm still tuned in to the Ilse Anne Bergstrom Triple XXX
Variety Hour. I'm her only guest and co-star. In this episode, we walk into Jorma Lampinen's grocery
store. Jorma's not there, neither is his wife Jani, not one customer. Ilse Anne walks over to the freezer,
un-wraps a cherry popsicle, licks the popsicle, licks her lips, and says, "It's good but it doesn't taste as
sweet as yo" ........ Then, something crackles and my silver screen goes blank like a blizzard.
Lumber Jack shoots Ilse and me some pretty menacing eye tracers, shakes his head no. A few tears
form, fall, and disappear. Lumber Jack reaches into his shirt pocket, "Here, maybe this'll help both of
you. It saved my life. Because of this, I'm still alive." Lumber Jack hands me a religious tract that's
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printed on egg yolk yellow paper, and the Dutch Master's mint panatela.
"Read it, Heed it, Feed it, and Weed it. Then you can smoke that Victory Cigar." Lumber Jack picks up
his welcome home party favors, and he's out the door quicker than butter dripping down an ear of hot
sweet corn.
I spread Lumber Jack's words of wisdom on the check out counter. Me and Ilse get an eyefull.
On page one ......
Christ is wind surfing on a magnificent cumulus cloud ...... He's wearing skin tight black and orange
tiger stripe Speedos. He's holding a cardboard sign ....... DESTINATION EARTH OR BUST ..... I'M
BAAAAACK BABY ! I'M ALL THE WAY BAAAAAACK ! BE PREPARED ..... NO DOUBT DOUBTERS THE END
TIMES ARE UPON US ...... ARE YOU READY ???
On page two ......
John Wayne is wearing a Jesus mask, Jesus is wearing a John Wayne mask. They're floating in mid air,
above the Arrowhead Drive-In marquee out on Route 32. Jesus and John have they're six shooters
drawn ..... They're wearing chaps, sparkling spurs, snakeskin boots, dusty denim, black Stetsons, and
red flannel shirts.
On the Arrowhead's marquee in pulsating gold letters ..... COMING SOON TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU
..... THE COMING ATTRACTION HELLYWOOD COULDN'T CREATE ..... THE COMING ATTRACTION OF ALL
TIME .... THE COMING ATTRACTION OF ALL COMING ATTRACTIONS ..... THE SEQUEL THE ENTIRE
WORLD HAS BEEN WAITING FOR ..... THE COMING ATTRACTION THAT WILL SMITE THE WORLD SIN
INDUSTRY AND BRING IT TO A CATACLYSMIC CLIMAX!!!!!
On page three .....
TICKETS FOR THE GLORY TRAIN ARE STILL AVAILABLE BUT GOING FAST. DON' T DELAY. DON'T BE
LEFT WAITING AT THE STATION !!!! CALL 1-800-I REPENT ..... NOW !!! OUR OPERATERS ARE
WAITING TO TAKE YOUR CALL !!!
On page four .....
THE QUESTION YOU AND ONLY YOU CAN ANSWER ...... WHERE WILL YOU SPEND ETERNITY ???
Well, I really believe God touched me or tapped me on the shoulder right then and there in front of Ilse
at the Shop & Sip because after I answered "WHERE WILL YOU SPEND ETERNITY ???" with ALL THE
WAY INSIDE ILSE FOR EVER AND EVER AMEN, something was revealed to me that I'd been wondering
about since I was smaller than a minnow ........ The true wonder of Wonder Bread is the millions of
people around the world who've been fooled into believing that Wonder Bread is really bread.
Now I wonder if he'd of done what he done way back when if all he had to work with was five loaves of
Wonder Bread and two cans of King Oscar Kipper Snacks in mustard sauce. If I ever run across Lumber
Jack again at Phil's, Deb's Snow Shoe Tavern or anyplace else, I'm gonna ask him.
Sunset Apples Segue Into Fireflies
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Mike Montreuil, Canada
You Remember
You place your book on the living room table and take another sip of your afternoon tea. All is quiet
except for the drone of the ceiling fan. Across the room, there is the photo of a smiling little girl, role
playing with her small plastic phone. You clearly remember that afternoon, when you took your grand-
daughter's picture with the new camera she had just given you for Christmas.
a light flickers
your dog growls —
winter storm
Power has been cut-off. You have never been through this type of moment alone. But you remember
that in one of the kitchen cupboards, there is a flashlight, matches and candles. Everything is
happening like they said it would during that TV show you saw many years ago.
the wind howls
rain and snow
from a crueler place
You take a quick glance at the kitchen table and laugh at the bills lying beside a newly lit candle. Those
are things you would need to burn if the electricity does not return. In between gusts of wind, you
wonder what you should save, just in case. Should it be the flowers from your lover or the silver spoon
collection you cherish? You select a knife and Grandma's old tea pot. Moments later, loud noises are
heard from the neighbor's place an acre away. Then, all becomes quiet again.
A cold cup of tea —
an empty pop can rolls down the road
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Linda Papanicolaou, USA
Rainbow
"David, look at your teacher and say good morning," his aide instructs him as they enter class.
Grasping his chin, she turns his face towards mine. Sometimes he greets me with a special fist bump
he reserves for those he likes and trusts, but this morning his eyes are already pulling him past me to
the origami paper.
waking moon
the little peace crane's
outspread wings
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Zane Parks, USA
Ain't No Sunshine
As we watch from the balcony, a drake circles his mate. He watched as she settled into the grass and
with a flutter became still. At first we thought she was going to lay a clutch of eggs, but there's been
no movement for some time now. The drake circles her body again and again and then abruptly takes
wing.
cast on the pond
sack of new-born kittens
and nursing mom
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Kala Ramesh, India
The Third Note
I was twelve years old when I first heard the musician, affectionately called Flute Maali, play. The
concert hall was packed, the silence complete, as we waited for that first note.
a firefly trails
the stillness of mountain treetops
It was a known fact that he often came onto the dais drunk. The flask from which he took frequent sips
was rumoured to be whiskey. Sometimes, he would arrive hours late, and after the long wait, it would
be announced that the musician had actually arrived and would be on stage in a few moments.
At times, if the quality of the first note was not to his liking, his face would droop with disappointment
and the audience would respond with a soft moan.
Today, his bamboo flute perfectly touches the third note on the scale, the majestic Gandhar. Emotions
leap in the silence after the note, as the musician gently coaxes the beauty of the raga into our very
being.
the sunflower faces the sun rises
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Shirley Serviss, Canada
Another Man Bites the Dust
As I read the paper this morning I notice that a man with the last name "Dust" has died. I can't help
myself; I laugh. Ashes to ashes; dust to dust. Surely that's a line that can't be used at his funeral.
Dust was a man with a family and "it is with great sadness" that they "announce his passing."
Obituaries are published as advertisements in this newspaper so the wording provided is inviolate.
This was not the case in the small city where I worked as a reporter. There, they were printed as public
service announcements and I spent long afternoons in the empty newsroom killing everyone off in
good Canadian Press style. No one passed away, left peacefully, departed this vale of tears, went home
to Jesus or was called by the Lord to return to her eternal home. They died. I made sure of it as I
typed the obituaries sent to us from families and funeral homes.
dead
a four-letter word
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Adelaide B. Shaw, USA
THE WOMAN IN PINK
In a café, a woman with long bleached hair, heavy make-up, dressed in pink: slacks, shirt, spiky
sandals. She reads aloud her horoscope.
“You will soon meet your dream man.”
Looking at her young son, she says, “Henry, you’re my dream man, aren’t you?”
Henry shrugs, frowns and walks away.
beading sweat
a teacup rattles on its saucer
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Theresa Williams, USA
Spring Passage, May...
Traveling south to visit the gravesite of my husband's father, dead one year today: Now everything
reminds us of pilgrimage. The barn with "Jesus" painted on the roof, three crosses strung with white
lights near Sandy Creek in West Virginia, even the cottonwood seeds floating around our truck as we
wait in a traffic jam.
spring arrived here
some time ago the dying peonies
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Carol Pearce-Worthington, USA
King of Light
Last skate of the night lights dimming without warning he swoops over to me goes down on one knee
and holds out his hand. His tan face is chiseled from the limestone of river bluffs. His skates gleam
white as mine in the artificial moonlight. I am 16. Mother has said stay away from him he's too old for
you. I take his hand. He pulls me into the pools of blue light that pour from the tent ceiling. We zoom
backward twirl forward dip into the center out around corners moving fast his hand gripping mine his
arm holding my waist spinning like dervishes forward backward laughing blue on my lips I don't care
blue whirling through my hair in this moonlight circle waltz I wish it would never end never I would
skate off with him anywhere. Anywhere. But the waltz is all too short; he drops my hand, my waist,
bows, turns, and speeds away into the crowd of nonlights of dark thoughts of time of years a road
where I can't follow turn spin or glide. I unlace my white skates, set them into their green metal case,
and flip the latches.
two crickets call
a door closes in the night hallway
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Rafal Zabratynski, Poland
ASTEROID
Surfing through TV channels, I come across a programme on the circumstances of life's appearance on
the Earth. A scientist explains that life came into existence as a result of an asteroid plunging into an
ocean. That event generated sufficient energy to bond chemical elements of the ocean with the iron of
the asteroid which in turn caused the appearance of bricks of life — amino acids.
night spring rain
the pitter-patter between whispers
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Seamless Light — An Autumn Renga
Introduction
The ever evolving inter-mingling-s, merging-s and fusions of infinite cosmoses of perception of infinite
nameless gestalts of cognitions, conjure every cosmic moment. In a sense of divine ecstasy we can
asseverate that every moment of this universe essentially involves the whole seamless universes of
eternity. Yet in the perfect uniqueness of each moment as revealed to each of us we discover the
universe again and again in innumerable ways. Great fortuitous events often align together surprising
us greatly and we have a haiku if we may tentatively find the words of expression.
Renga is essentially more and hence less probable: here two or more people align their perceptions to
create a sequence of ku also discovering (re-inventing) many subtler nuances of poetry by way of this
cosmic association. Positioned in the renga, the ku endows itself with an inner resonance enhanced by
the mutual assonance of the individual ku-s and the individual poetic dictions and directions of the
participating poets.
There is a hidden fatality involving many parameters that creates a Renga: how people meet and
collaborate to create a Renga. The internet has been a source of new impetus for Renga. because it
creates myriad possibilities of like-minded poets coming together.
Here in this case Rebba Singh and I (Narayanan Raghunathan) collaborated to create this renga. We
had known each other for about two years via our interactions on the site Wonder Haiku
Worlds. (http://www.wonderhaikuworlds.com/)
I invited Rebba to make the Hokku. We continued alternately. We did not adhere to the syllable
pattern of 5-7-5 followed by 7-7, since it would have made the whole process somewhat restrained and
awkward. We adhered to the format of three lines followed by two lines of various syllable patterns
mostly lesser than 5/7/5 and 7/7. This is especially relevant since Japanese ' on ' is a shorter sound
unit than a syllable as has been noted by various scholars. We continued for awhile and then I sent
Rebba my set of Haiku which I had written earlier using the kigo listed by William J. Higginson. This
helped us with a healthy use of autumn kigo-s. We decided to attempt the Hyakuin of 100 ku-s.
Two non-autumn kigo-s have prominently appeared in this renga: butterfly and rainbow. But in the
context we have granted them an autumn acceptability and a universal metaphysical one. We have
avoided repeating the same word in the few ku-s following every ku. We also allowed the use of the
same kigo after enough(!) length had passed on.
We have also rarely used two kigo-s in the same ku. We have completely avoided haramiku: a stanza
prepared beforehand. Tentatively, Iwas the sosho: sabaki and tried to remain as unobtrusive as
possible.
"The essence of renga is in the idea of "change" (henka). Basho described this as "newness"
(atarashimi), and as "refraining from stepping back." The fun is in the change, the new, the different,
and the interesting verses of others." We earnestly hope that you find this renga fresh and interesting,
mysterious reader incognito hiding in this vast universe!
Notes —
* renju: The members of a renga gathering.
* ichiza: Literally, "one seating". Describes the group when the renju are seated and the renga has
begun.
* sosho: May also be called sabaki. The coordinator of an ichiza, he or she is responsible for the
completion of a renga. Has the authority to dismiss an improper verse. The most experienced of the
renju should be the sosho to keep the renga interesting.
Reference —
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renga
Narayanan Raghunathan
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Participants:
r: n:
Rebba Singh Narayanan Raghunathan
copper sky —
a yellow butterfly trails
the autumn breeze /r
a solitary gong echoes
on the green mountain /n
early sunset
sudden lightning reveals
unseen colours /r
a distant ship horns
dreams into the sky /n
nippy breeze
fluttering feathers
migrating birds /r
a rainbow arches
on the seamless ocean /n
a leaf anchors
on a placid thought
mermaid's den /r
autumn stream
ants on a long voyage /n
setting sun
marigold garland
on warm waters /r
vast starry ciborium
the last black coffee /n
young twilight
questions a lantern's glow
overnight journey /r
a full moon sky
a whispering river /n
pensive pearls
clasp a slender throat
pure serenity /r
diwaali fireworks
children scream light /n
cloudburst
fountains of sparklers
inky blue sky /r
camp fire crackling
pure mandolin notes /n
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an era of light
meditative stars twinkle
lulling the mind /r
foggy dawn
butterflies appear disappear /n
marmalade
glows on crisp toast
chrysanthemums /r
jingling cow bells echo
in morning breeze /n
a wicker chair
by the tin shed, a chuckle
fresh water stream /r
aroma of potato stew
the cat sniffs grass /n
dash of cinnamon
in my tea
spoonful of sugar please /r
the milky way shifts
in the fragrant breeze /n
a devoted snail
caressing grounded leaves
finds a niche to sleep /r
pine crickets pine
for a hidden dawn /n
swaying grasses
beckon the heavens to walk
miles and miles /r
tattered lotus shines
a sun in the pond /n
amber winds brush
exotic orange skies
autumn deepens /r
morning birds sing
rice planting song /n
slight chill,
wrapped in a light green-shawl
rustling leaves /r
red dragonflies etch
vast labyrinth designs /n
remembering
last october again —
yellowing poplars /r
autumn drizzle
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rainbow umbrellas /n
replacing
wooden clogs
with warm moccasins /r
a cloud conceals
the crescent moon /n
fluorescent road sign
arrow pointing nowhere
a herd of deer /r
verdant forest depths
insects astir in music /n
listening to
infinite raaga-s
mortals grasp immortality /r
at the end of the tunnel
a new autumn dawn /n
misty morn
a blue butterfly spreads
her luminous wings /r
orchids gather sunlight
for a lost spectral bird /n
flowering meadows
ageless bliss-space for
the flame children /r
wild temple bells blaze
in the autumn storm /n
at the deity's feet
a devotee weeps
for more and more /r
many fallen apples
a little girl picks up one /n
sipping cider
autumn's waters roll
a pebble's dream /r
seven dragonflies array
in a military formation /n
a quail in the garden
dusk descends before
my evening tea /r
falling willow leaves
raga desh on the flute /n [50]
morning glories
abloom in pure abandon —
a green butterfly /n
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wading
sunlight playing
with wind in the reeds /r
a herd of deer move
across the twilight sky
a cool fragrance of light /n
chrysanthemums curl
softening spaces between /r
sunlight scatters
breeze on violet flowers
refreshing coffee /n
dewy moss
soothing bare
feet /r
a snail descends
the golden mountain
a parrot ascends air /n
braiding
knotgrass
counting days into weeks /r
sardines dreaming
infinity in magic waters
endless rhythms /n
velvety darkness deepens
a maroon cock's-comb's feel /r
incense breeze
infinite flame temples
under the stars /n
crickets' silences
a symphony of light /r
tattered lotus blooms
golden sunlight
dazzles
the vast universes /n
pears with cream choclate
children off to school /r
migrating birds
at the forest pond
shuffling sunlight /n
picking mushrooms
parasols close leaning precariously /r
rice-fields flow
as green breeze shifts
cosmic directions /n
wagtails arrive
tipping staccato octaves /r
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a crow sits onvtop
of a mountain of potatoes
a cow wags its tail /n
ripening breeze
herons wait
expectantly /r
harvest moon
one-handed old man
plays a toy harp /n
above closed
eyes
orchids branch anew, sun pruned /r
daylight lightning
the drizzle winds free
in cold sunlight /n
blue bell flowers bow
chiming in ones and twos /r
many-red sky
an autumn sun dissolves
in the ocean hum /n
the remaining heat
green birds in
evening calm /r
a snail still
on the moss wall
aroma
of baking bread /n
gazing at sun warmed tiles
a rich autumn tan /r
first rice cooked
in saffron nut-paste
(with paneer kofta) /n
brussels sprouts salad
and a diet coke sigh /r
an ant stands
on a mushroom
head
surveys his universe /n
fallen leaves soak
in god-touched dew /r
autumn contemplation
memories of childhood
with my brother now gone /n
woven straw
a soft glow the colour of dreams /r
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reed cutting
wild winds echo
a vast epiphany /n
irrepressible flames
stretch this autumn waltz /r
a scarecrow
watches over
haystacks
crows peck randomly /n
strumming on leafless trees
a sunlit serenade /r
crickets' crazy
symphony
the crescent moon
on the breeze mountain /n
orange desert sunset blooms
mizmaze of sacred dreams /r
morning glories
blaze divine
music
temple bells echo /n
trailing a cosmos of light
on seamless sands of time /r
autumn waters
we drink the water
from the silvery stream /n
the ambrosial nectar
flows from him, only him /r
last geese
at the kitchen window
she scatters
paddy grains /n
closing the autumn ku-book
I place a red maple leaf here! /r
orchid farm
dragonflies breeze light
on rainbow wings /n
it's a long long night
dimming the lamplight /r
traversing infinite
milky way universes
we reach our home /n
flowering meadow
all dancing like children /n&r
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Over the Cherry Trees
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A spring one line junicho begun 13 and completed 23 April 2010.
Our hokku is a haiku by Taneda Santoka translated by Valeria Simonova-Cecon.
Sabaki:
Renju
val:
s:
v:
a:
j: o:
Valeria Simonova-Cecon
Valeria Simonova-Cecon, Italy
Svetlana Kiolo, Russia
Veronika Ikonnikova, Russia
Asya Delone, Russia
Juli Shurhina, Ukraine Olga Shovman, Israel/UK
over the cherry trees in full bloom a prison /Taneda Santoka
long spring empty conversations /val
at night on the crossroad I sow dragon teeth /v
a horse snorts in dead silence /s
the wind is bringing mint scent sage scent /o
down the hipline the myrrh trickles /a
longed-for intimacy my heart gripped in languor /j
moonlight dispels the mist inside me /a
some chanterelles in the green moss what a joy! /o
tram bell outside... just a dream? /j
matrix has you white frost on the window /v
off to work locking the inner world /s
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Cherry Blossom
The form is a four verse renku pattern called a Yotsumono ('Four
Topics').
Composed at The Haiku Bandit Society May 14th - May 24th
2010
jm:
jec: l:
John Merryfield, USA
John Carley, England Lorin Ford, Australia
cherry blossom
drifts by my mouth
and disappears /jm
loving every moment
a mayfly /jec
each and every
glass of water
full of gratitude /jm
the syrup all spun
into fairy floss /l
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Strung Out
The form is a four verse renku pattern called a Yotsumono ('Four Topics').
Composed at The Haiku Bandit Society May 14th - May 24th 2010
jm:
jec: l:
John Merryfield, USA
John Carley, England Lorin Ford, Australia
all the blackbirds
eye balling each other
strung out /jm
surfing debt on a
slow fuse to China /jec
satellite dishes
pointing south
dance with the stars /jm
etched on the emu's egg
yam dreaming /l
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Winter Whites and Cool Silences
(A modern Hyakuin)
Sabaki:
Renju
n: r:
Narayanan Raghunathan
Narayanan Raghunathan Rebba Singh
winter drizzle —
a child's cry from
far far away /n
withered lotus floats
on a bed of yellowing leaves /r
returning flowers
a golden dawn arises
in stray birds' songs /n
short day spent arguing
lingering taste of coffee /r
cold breeze
brings a twilight sun
fragrant light echoes /n
bed bugs in the forest rest house
sleeping on the floor /r
withered field
a green bird pecks
the morning earth /n
aroma of sasanqua
in bowls of vermillion tea /r
wild ducks
wade, the jungle-river
sunlight on water /n
winter night tossing turning
waiting for it to get bright /r [10]
distant temple bells
last yellow butterfly
in first snow /n
shutting windows
keeping out the north wind /r
breeze shifts angles
on winter-grasses
still little green here and there /n
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icy shower chatters teeth
peeling drenched clothing /r
fireplace
Dhrupad in bhoop
with pine fragrance /n
moaning and groaning
the tree witherer repents /r
sunlight shifts in a cool breeze
a horned grebe
chick on its back /n
bare limbs
little spring spreading its december wings /r
porridge with raisins
distant Himalaya's shine
ancient dreams anew /n
tea flowers, tea leaves
flock in the cup patiently /r [20]
she scatters grains
for the cold sparrows
joyous twittering /n
the road inches closer
the foot of winter mountains /r
twilight sun
on the distant cottage
rainbow on snow /n
shuffling through his letters
finds one that makes her weep /r
fallen leaves drift
along the cool stream
sound of water /n
bulrushes in the breeze
water-fowl...hide and seek /r
an eagle lands
takes off into the sky
a still windmill /n
oysters clamp their laughing
mouths...clap an oceanic jig /r
frost on the glass window
she draws a mickey mouse
makes a face at him /n
shadows waltz the winter grove
stepping on each others toes /r [30]
morning coffee
ancient dreams turn into
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a cool breeze /n
the sun shines warmth
into the terracotta bird-bath /r
himalayan breeze
echoes vast snowlight
valley of late flowers /n
eternity breathing
eternal breath by just being /r
infinite universes
erupt in pure joy
endless beginnings /n
flock of sun-birds twitter
in sunlight and fresh air /r
seamless snow
churchbells echo
an ode to infinity /n
faint hum of mantarams
playing on a husky breeze /r
infinite flames
dance cool rainbow hymns
many butterflies too /n
gentle waves lap the shores
in depths of promises /r [40]
Christmas stars
balloons and children
midnight carols /n
leafless trees lit along branches
walk arm in arm /r
morning mist
the santa-claus plays
the lute and sings /n
under the fir tree
a single anklet /r
bonfire flames
ancient dreams flutter
new golden wings /n
a chill in the air
warmth within /r
winter moon still
in the pond
he sings darbari kanada /n
trying to silence her anklet
tiptoes from tree to tree /r
mandarin ducks
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dance in twilight fog
sunlight in waters /n
a long night ahead
nothing but temple bells /r [50]
sandalwood incense
swirling heavenward
as sacred dreams ascend /r
astral ciborium whirls rhythms
in spiralling formations /n
jasmines tremble
on silky hair as she sings
perfect metrical airs /r
winter rains and lightning
the silent organ moans /n
mystical tunes
himalayan dawn-light
echoes vast silences /r&n
the valley of flowers
covered with snow /n
a trickle of water
glowing in cool light
a rare bird lands /r
a child draws a circle
smiles at the sky /n
clouds of mist drift
with the breeze caressing
rosy cheeks /r
winter mountains
the path winds on and on /n [60]
I stop occasionally
to pick daises...forgetting
its not the season /r
temple festival
dance to drums and trumpets /n
the elephant lifts
his trunk to a bejewelled forehead
in salaam /r
mountain bridge
all becomes nearly invisible /n
thick fog
I walk in circles looking
for my ancient guide /r
a horse and rider
appear from the sky /n
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her ruby red dress
caught on a thorn
droplets of blood /r
Christmas lights
the silence of the stars /n
warmth of a manger
adorable smiles
mother and child /r
wise men from the east
with incense and henna /n [70]
kneeling down
looking closer
miracles never cease /r
Bethlehem to Golgotha
the endless parable /n
walking on water
on the deep seas
deeper yet to see /r
John is murdered
The veil of Jerusalem rips asunder /n
it is foretold:
yet few take heed
of the divine word /r
crown of thorns adorns
agony of Magdalene /n
first witness
to the resurrection
devotion redeems /r
another Christmas over
the star still glitters /n
riding free
under the sacred blue moon
the new year breeze /r
first dawn unfolds
the vast new cosmos /n [80]
with His grace
seeing all in all
all ways /r
first purchase
apples for the children /n
watching roses
budding to bloom
fog swirls on dew /r
new-year sun
God it is not green! /n
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icy cold waters
babbler sits on the edge
should I should I not... /r
first dream
endless voyages /n
waiting waiting
waters surge forth
then ebb away /r
first coffee
the white swan still /n
fresh green peas
pinch of hing & chopped ginger
frying with puffed rice /r
withering lotus
new shoots in the pond /n [90]
the sun stays longer
just when I think
it is gone /r
early plum blossoms
early twittering birds /n
yellowing mustard
flowers make me sneeze
remembrances /r
basant panchami
distant dholak rhythms /n
step after step
with the resonant beat
thawing snow streams /r
icicles drip in light
invoke a liquid silence /n
one cricket, then two
then all together
ecstatic in chorus /r
isle of the blessed
beatific Buddhas in bliss /n
gently swaying
in the twilight breeze
sunny moon beams /r
pebble on water circles
then an eternal stillness /n [100]
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Toes in the Sand
A Shisan Renga
Composed during the Bath Japanese Festival with Writing Events Bath in May 2010.
Bath Literature Festival (May 2010) Literature Director: Alan Summers.
Sabaki:
Scribe:
Renju
Alan Summers
Susan Shand
Frances Trosborg
Ailín Kelleher
Julie Dimond
Liz Brownlee
Elanora Ferry
Margaret Beverland
Karen Hoy
Susan Ashworth
Alex Wilson
Jude Higgins
Olivia Minton
toes in the sand
near the sea looking
on the horizon
the bubble and hiss
of the coffee
a sparrow
waits
for my crumbs
roadsweeper
shares a crafty fag
at the back
of the Royal Crescent
lights go out
new uniforms and pencil cases
last night
I dreamt I went to Mr B's
brown paper and sealing wax
"never let me go"
Kazuo Ishigura
a different sort of love
is
forbidden colours
on the way to the match
always smiling
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a stolen hour
in the shadow
of Hawthorn
wind it up
and close the door
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Pathways Renga
This renga was created July 19th, 2009 in a National Health Service (NHS) Medium Secure Unit
with Alan Summers as sabaki, and artist and nesa Development Worker
Deborah Aguirre Jones as renga scribe.
The renga was composed by residents and staff members.
squatting
the frog observes
the clouds
Chiyo-ni (1703-1775)
daffodils
as they blow in the wind
comforting rain
beating
on the window
before the chance
has passed
you are
my heart's
desire
you're all loved up
then you’re down
a drag of a cigarette
and smoke fades in the light
wet leaves
soon be Hallowe'en
crocuses
beneath
the full moon
coffee brewing
time for a chat
big lunch
yum yum yum
burp
walking free
you blossom like a rose
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Geert Verbeke - Flanders, Belgium