from noble assistant editor Kitty Kali...
poetry from Chen-ou Liu, Canada...
voices inside ... skinny dip
up all night shadowing a river of stars
my shadow between us
the hillside red lingerie
ablaze in red and gold ... her warmth on the nape
the day my friend died of my neck
from Patricia Carragon, East Village 'meow' graffiti...
from Harry T. Roman,
East Orange, New Jersey...
The future
sparkling eyes:
my students.
Weed cracked sidewalks
chronicling footsteps
echoing from decades past
Under a weak winter sun
a last scent of pine
discarded Christmas tree carcass
Bouncing green acorns
jaunty beret intact
looking to put down roots.
from noble assistant editor Tama...
Rumi...
Come to the orchard in Spring,
There is light and wine
and sweethearts in the
pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not natter.
from E. Martin Pedersen, Messina, Italy...
cat on the slippery
soapy bathtub rim lovely smelling soap that does not clean
watches the bubbles sparkle
artist Rex Sexton's 'Heartbreak Hotel'...
from noble assistant editor Frosty...
and the room
within love under the eves
so vast quiet co-existence
our thoughts wasp nests and prayer flags
can heal there
from poet Steve Ausherman,
Albuquerque, New Mexico...
I witness a falling star.
My dreams
Are dragons now.
from poet Mary Jo Balistreri
Genesee Park, Wisconsin...
Maybe
The thread of life
unravels
because the weave
seeks a new design
Maybe
wordless is the red light
of tangled thoughts
tiny knots
in the knit and purl of life
Maybe
a blank page
the solitude needed
to clear one's mind
and imagine a new stitch
from poet James B. Peters, Cottontown, Tennessee...
At seventy-five
I wonder how
The rest of life will be
Her words assure me that
life will not be dull.
from poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...
warm afternoon sun
tiny leaves falling
yellow autumn storm
dark shadows dancing
pine needles hum
deep wilderness magic
from BARAKAT Gallery,
London, Seoul, West Hollywood, and Hong Kong...
Weed cracked sidewalks
chronicling footsteps
echoing from decades past
Under a weak winter sun
a last scent of pine
discarded Christmas tree carcass
Bouncing green acorns
jaunty beret intact
looking to put down roots.
from noble assistant editor Tama...
Rumi...
Come to the orchard in Spring,
There is light and wine
and sweethearts in the
pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not natter.
from E. Martin Pedersen, Messina, Italy...
cat on the slippery
soapy bathtub rim lovely smelling soap that does not clean
watches the bubbles sparkle
artist Rex Sexton's 'Heartbreak Hotel'...
from noble assistant editor Frosty...
and the room
within love under the eves
so vast quiet co-existence
our thoughts wasp nests and prayer flags
can heal there
from poet Steve Ausherman,
Albuquerque, New Mexico...
I witness a falling star.
My dreams
Are dragons now.
from poet Mary Jo Balistreri
Genesee Park, Wisconsin...
Maybe
The thread of life
unravels
because the weave
seeks a new design
Maybe
wordless is the red light
of tangled thoughts
tiny knots
in the knit and purl of life
Maybe
a blank page
the solitude needed
to clear one's mind
and imagine a new stitch
from poet James B. Peters, Cottontown, Tennessee...
At seventy-five
I wonder how
The rest of life will be
Her words assure me that
life will not be dull.
from poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...
warm afternoon sun
tiny leaves falling
yellow autumn storm
dark shadows dancing
pine needles hum
deep wilderness magic
from BARAKAT Gallery,
London, Seoul, West Hollywood, and Hong Kong...
see you in a moment...
ayaz daryl nielsen
you can mail your poetry to:
bear creek haiku
PO Box 596
Longmont, CO
80502
USA
(SASE's are appreciated)
From other than the USA, email to darylayz@gmail.com (and/or)
darylayaz@me.com (include postal address)
Last! If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,
that's ok, too (again, include postal address)
assistant editor Kitty Kali...
"now, treats and caresses
and happy meowing
for and from all of us!"
