BREVITIES (a lovely Mini-Mag of Minimalist Poetry), and! poets Amy Hrynchuk, Karla Linn Merrifield, Judith Katz-Levine, Peggy Dugan French, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Carl Mayfield, Presley Alexandria Vischniac, Steve Ausherman, David Sermersheim, artists Rex Sexton, Beatrice Gaudy, and Angelee Deodhar!

                   
                  BREVITIES  A Mini-Mag Of Minimalist Poems  

                     Editor:  Joyce Odam, 2432 48th Avenue

                     Sacramento, CA  95822-3809

                     Co-Editor: Robin Gale Odam

                     (No E-mail Mss)

Assistant editor Frosty:
"BREVITIES is about 3" by 4",
24 pages of minimalist poetry, next issue will be #181..."
Assistant editor Tama:
"BREVITIES from Joyce Odam
was one of our inspirations 
for creating bear creek haiku!"

Thank you, noble assistant editors!  And, here are poems from some of our awesome haiku/minimalist poets...

      poet Amy Hrynchuk   
                      Sherwood Park, Alberta

            Silence

            Silence
            is the sound of sadness.
            Silence
            is the sound of awkwardness.
            Silence
            is the sound of peacefulness.
            Silence
            is the sound of loneliness.
            Silence
            speaks for itself in many ways.



               poet Karla Linn Merrifield   North Fort Myers, Florida

          the shape of a ship


          I say again and again the shape

          of a ship the shape of a ship


          the shape of a ship determines the magnitude of its waves --

          my dream-ship's shape carved my name in Norwegian waters

poet Judith Katz-Levine     Norwood, Massachusetts

     The violet dawn haiku                Catskill Haiku               
     
     deaf woman stands sleeping         cirrus sleep on mountains
     longing for a flute, a recorder      gray cloud blanket over river
     the silence blossoms                   I was a giving daughter




poet Peggy Dugan French   Cardiff, California                      

Dreams

In younger days they would reflect a simple longing 

then I moved on to loftier thoughts

like finding true love

and friends to spend my time with

Once found 

my dreams turned to the future

and building a foundation to launch them from 

Now I just want us all to be safe

sit across the table and share stories from time to time

Dreams now soar on love’s wings

poet Judith Partin-Nielsen

                    Longmont, Colorado

Melancholia

Sitting by the window,

looking out

cars and leaves pass by

rain, sun, wind

outside everything changes

inside only the holes

worn into the carpet

           artist Rex Sexton

poet Carl Mayfield
            Rio Rancho, New Mexico


Job Description


            Make my shadow proud.
                                                     

                                                        artist Beatrice Gaudy



                  poet Presley Alexandria Vischniac   Missoula, Montana


                               Singleton Abbey Estate Park
                               [Swansea, Wales  UK]

                               Spokes  awry,  inverted

                               umbrella  on  holy  ground

                               bird  bath  baptismal


                 poet Steve Ausherman   Albuquerque, New Mexico

          Skinned knee glory
            Of afternoon recess.          Canopy of morning clouds.
          The pumping hearts                 Rising grackles
            Of young lions                 Begin their morning commute.
          Chasing the afternoon
                        Sun.


                 poet David Sermersheim   Deep River, Connecticut

         the clock can't tell time            words can't contain all
       only mark the passing hour    sometimes we have to take flight
         two hands poised apart                hold to the simple


                            She was undiscovered land.
                                  He was no Ponce de Leon.

assistant editor Tama,
"our kitty friend
              via Angelee Deodhar!"

and, Frosty, "now... treats
and belly rubs?"

Treats for everyone, and,
belly rubs for kitties!...



see you in a moment



ayaz daryl nielsen

your poetry can be mailed to: 

                        bear creek haiku

                        PO Box 596

                        Longmont, CO

                        80502   

                        USA                (an SASE is appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayz@me.com (and/or)
darylayaz@gmail.com (include postal address)

If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, 

that's ok, too (include postal address)

Best to all our creative endeavors!

poets, bear creek haiku #143: normal, Stephanie Hiteshew, Teresinka Pereira, Vivian Bolland Schroeder, Dennis Saleh, Kelley Jean White, Paula Yup, Steve Ausherman, Judith Partin-Nielsen!...

   
                    poet normal   Saugerties, New York

       at the edge of the forest

       our young dog takes off                outside my window

       later we find him                         mountains reach up their

       pissing on the tree                        long misted arms,

       where the ashes of                        never quite

       his predecessors are buried.             catching the clouds.

             poet Stephanie Hiteshew   Columbia, Maryland

             Split                             Sting

             Branches crack                 Wind stings 

             and break                       my spine

             like the sun                     with its frigid breath.

             splitting the horizon.

                 poet Teresinka Pereira   Toledo, Ohio

                            EASTER

                            Spring arrives

                            because it is Easter,

                            because it is Passover,

                            because we trust

                            in the word HOPE.

                            Registering all rebirth

                            with nature's brush

                            we go coloring time,

                            because the reason to live

                            it is an art we reinvent

                            every day!


                    poet Vivian Bolland Schroeder  Humble, Texas

       Shopkeepers' worn brooms
       Tidy foul city sidewalks
       Entrance by entrance                Burrs bow subserviently
                                                  before the mower,
                                               Spring up in cocky triumph 
                                                  behind it.                                                           
                                                                                   

                        poet Dennis Saleh   Seaside, California   

                                      Socorro Moon, NM

                                      The relief
                                      of night

                                      The calm
                                      of white

                                      Stars that
                                      come out

                                      Sprinkle 
                                      idly

                                      Ask 
                                      nothing

                                      Night
                                      long

                                      Till
                                      Gone


     
                  poet Kelley Jean White   Laconia, New Hampshire

        alone again
        beneath the summer moon
        a hint of her scent

                                      
                                                   bursting through asphalt
                                                   to internet fame - Tokyo's
                                                   Heroic Daikon!

         poet and artist Paula Yup   Spokane, Washington

                 I am my Own Sovereign Nation

                 So whatever I figure for me
                 hey
                 that is how I figure for me
                 and if I make my mistake
                 that isn't me making your mistake
                 see what I mean
                 whether it is my religion
                 or my country
                 or my family
                 or what color I have my hair
                 or the length of my hair
                 here I am
                 see this is me
                 I am not you
                 so I don't work your job
                 or exercise for you
                 I'm not going to write your essay
                 you have to do that yourself

                            
               poet Steve Ausherman   Albuquerque, New Mexico

          Run-down neighborhoods                 Dark windows.
        And now condos on the horizon.           Sleepless. He searches
      The city remembers. The city forgets.         For hidden stars.



                  poet Judith Partin-Nielsen   Longmont, Colorado

                things unfold                    Blessed squirrels doing 
                as they do                        their spiritual practice
                and even in that                 Chewing off pieces
                there is                            of the prayer flag
                a special beauty                  to build their nest

                        
                

Noble assistant editors, Frosty
and Tama, thank you for your
worthy assistance with this post!
Extra treats for everyone!...
Happy mews 



see you in a moment



ayaz daryl nielsen

poets of bear creek #143... Steve Ausherman, Bijoy Kumar Dubey, Judith Partin-Nielsen, t. kilgore splake, Patricia Carragon, r. soos, Diane Webster, and! artists Ed Markowski and Paula Yup...

poet Steve Ausherman

                       Albuquerque, New Mexico

           He, the Poet Laureate of paupers

              rummages through the dumpster

                           in lyrical majesty.

   Chalk drawings upon asphalt.

      Children scribbling away 

                               fears.

                      Tumbler of scotch.
                        So many reasons
                                       why.


 poet Bijoy Kumar Dubey
                         West Bengal, India

    In search of the Greater Self,
    Where have I reached,
    Where have I gone to?
    The Greater Self, the Greater Self,
    In search of the Greater Self,
    Where have I really?

    I want to catch, catch the fireflies,
    Fireflies
    Glowing,
    Glowing and glimmering
    With the bedazzled, bespangled
    Blinking light.


                                    artist Ed Markowski

poet Judith Partin-Nielsen                                artist Paula Yup

                   Longmont, Colorado

Der Blaue Reiter (Blue Rider)

Blues, oh so blue
bluesman, Blues Brothers
Blessed Virgin blue -
blue wave, blue
dolphin riding - blue -
blue, Stevie Ray blue
quitar and blow that sax
jazz man bluesman,
blue, blue bluer than
that cold blue night
blue moon, blue Miles
blowing that blue Bitches
Brew, Kind of Blue, blue
rain, Blue Note - blue trumpet
blowing blue, blue
and so gone, gone and
blue blown blues away


    t. kilgore splake
                      Calumet, Michigan

red tibetan prayer flag

floating on creek currents

poet's creative bloodline


            night alone in desert

       watching dark rocks come alive

           universe belongs to you


                                       

Patricia Carragon
                Brooklyn, New York

CATKU

inside an old box
the calico seeks shelter
December snowstorm                    
                                       
when the lights go out              
cries from the cat                          Frosty: "CATKU!  Happy mews!"
take over the apartment                        Tama, "But, calico..."

   the mischievous cat
   curls up on the windowsill              early morning meows
   plans her next attack                     outside the bedroom door
                                                 cat adoption blues

                         poet r. soos   Joshua Tree, California

            wide                                     full moon

            the day overhead                       cleans this desert sand
            fills each silence forever              coyote and owls silent
            for a night of stars                     cholla sings solo

    lovers                                       evening

    kettledrum desert                         the birds fly quiet
    announcing dreams and instinct        overhead toward the sunset
    eat the wind and rain                    I fall in tonight


                     poet Diane Webster   Delta, Colorado

                                                           SOCCER FIELD

               Two crows land
               on the soccer goal
               and caw! caw! caw!
               as children take
               the ball
               and go home.
                                                                       

and, noble assistant editors, we'll go home, too-
treats are waiting for us!
(kitties purring)




see you in a moment



ayaz daryl nielsen

and, your poetry can be mailed to: 

                        bear creek haiku

                        PO Box 596

                        Longmont, CO

                        80502   

                        USA                (an SASE is appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayz@me.com (and/or)
darylayaz@gmail.com (include postal address)

If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, 

that's ok, too (include postal address)

Best to all our creative endeavors!

homes for our poems... Shemom, PANCAKES IN HEAVEN, CHOLLA NEEDLES, THE BIG WINDOWS REVIEW, Pogo and pl. wick, Trajectory, Whispers in the Wind, CC&D Magazine at Scars Publications, Origami Poems, The Mystic Blue Review, and, our beloved Bear Creek Haiku!

Assistant editor Tama:

"Mister Editor, we haven't created

a post in all of March- can we

do one soon?"

Adds assistant editor Frosty:

"Can we do four or five now?"

Noble assistant editors, this was a very busy March- but, let's do what we can...

Tama and Frosty: "Let's share what have been, for us, lovely, lively, and often un-usual homes for poems!" 

Yes! Here we go...

>Shemom "Editor/poet Peggy Dugan French is our bestest friend, our BFF," states Tama... three to four print issues a year, send poetry to:

Peggy Dugan French              one can also email her at:

2486 Montgomery Ave.           peggydfrench@gmail.com

Cardiff, CA  92007                

                  artist: Forest Dugan French

           

>PANCAKES IN HEAVEN, a monthly print publication, submissions and correspondence to:

                       Cory Meyer/Editor

                       Pancakes in Heaven

                       8275 Lost Lake Drive West

                       Saint Germain, Wisconsin   54558

"Cory Meyer!," states Frosty, "We really respect this man... once on a long, hard road, including prison, now, thankfully, a poet, publisher, humanitarian..."

>CHOLLA NEEDLES  edited by poet r soos, printed in Joshua Tree, CA...  

Frosty: "the coolest print publication ever," also publishing books of poetry by artists who have been featured in CHOLLA's pages and

have yet to find a publisher...  

especially features writers who live in or have visited the desert...

send your creative work to:   editor@chollaneedles.com

on the web at:                   http://www.chollaneedles.com   

  

>THE BIG WINDOWS REVIEW, a print publication of the Writing Center at Washtenaw Community College, Ann Arbor, MI, editor Tom Zimmerman, assistant editor Ben Wielechowski and many Writing Center tutors...

"This, a very lovely publication," states Tama- "visit them!"

           

             thebigwindowsreview.wordpress.com

email is:   thebigwindowsreview@gmail.com         

>Pogo and pl. wick, formerly CHEAP SEATS- the more poetry you send, the more they experiment with finding 'their' various print formats (always eclectic)...  contact them at:  

                                   pl. wick, editor

                                   PO Box 249

                                   Empire, CO  80438-0249

>Trajectory  Writing That Illuminates  

editor/publisher Chris Helvey, with Gina Helvey, Clay Gibson, and Myra Summers...

This, a favorite print publication (also poetry appears on the website)- to have poetry selected and included in Trajectory is a 'more than usual' genuine honor.  At 150 pages, accepts submissions throughout the year... submit via USPS, SASE (a must), brief bio., no electronic submissions accepted, 3-5 poems, short stories up to 10,00 words, black and white photos and art.  Questions, you can contact adobechris@hotmail.com

Submissions for consideration are sent to:

                               Trajectory

                               PO Box 655

                               Frankfort, KY

                               40602-0655

>Whispers in the Wind  whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com 

an endearing poetry website with endearing editor Karen O'Leary (and assistant editors from around the globe)... always fascinating and worthy poetic happening's...

                whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com

>CC&D Magazine at Scars Publications, editor, Janet Kuypers: 

                         "the hardest working lit. mag in showbiz"
Tama, affirming, "This is the absolute hardest working poetry and lit. site we have, so!  You go there and find out for yourself...'
Great advice, noble assistant editor- you'll find all sorts of things that work for you and your poetic endeavors...  

>Origami Poems  Jan Keough and assistant editors

Frosty states, 'Simple- go there, participate- a totally cool concept!" 

>The Mystic Blue Review, as Tama insists, "is one very unique and beautiful site"- in their own words,

The Mystic Blue Review is a not-for-profit online global literary magazine. 

 

Our mission is to create a space for writers and artists to share their ​mystic creativity. ​Every writer has a distinct voice and we want to hear it, so don't be afraid to submit. 

​​If you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, please email:
​themysticbluereview@gmail.com

>"And!" states Frosty, "There's our very own Bear Creek Haiku!"

your poetry can be mailed to: 

                        bear creek haiku

                        PO Box 596

                        Longmont, CO

                        80502   

                        USA                (an SASE is appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayz@me.com (and/or)
darylayaz@gmail.com

If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, 

that's ok, too (include postal address)

Tama:  "Yes!  Now, we'll close this post, beginning again with more worthy homes for our poems tomorrow!"

Well done, noble assistant editors...


see you in a moment


                                bear creek haiku   poetry, poems and info 

Poets of Bear Creek Haiku: Josh Medsker, O. P. Arora, Bijoy Kumar Dubey, Jules Paige, Ed Markowski, Marc Carver, Judith Partin-Nielsen and Patricia Carragon!

               poet Josh Medsker

Students yelling out, but my focus is outside.                  

Rain wet the headstone of Louis Greenberg, 

and his flowers have lost their petals,

while

tissuethin oak leaves

make a small meal for the squirrel

across the graveyard

                         ----------------------------- 

My Valentine                                     

                                                 poet O. P. Arora

                         O God

         Let the Ganges of love

         flow through my veins and arteries

         pure, pious, simple…

         Let me be the fount of love

         hundreds of sprouts

         showering love over everyone…

         Let me be immersed in love

         me be nothing but love

         spread all around the joy of eternal love…

----------------

                        Bob Dylan,                  poet Bijoy Kumar Dubey

                        Where do you                                                

                        Lie you

                        Stringing the guitar,

                        Today is Valentine's day,

                        Bob Dylan,

                        Your song

                        The song of life,

                        Your music

                        The music of life,

                        Your rhythm

                        The rhythm of life,

                        Your vibes

                        The vibes of the world?

----------------

poet Jules Paige

                    sound bite?

                    (tanka)

                    two hungry hawk work

                    together to destroy a

                    squirrel's nest; a feast?

                    not on this cold winter’s day,

                    I watched the squirrel go free

                    ©J/h

                            free*flight*fought*found  - 

                            (renga)

                            raven’ mad they said

                            hoarder, holder, mind miser;

                            how little they knew...

                            I clawed my way to the heights -

                            self guided, screamed, I and lived

                            everything can be

                            cyclical - wait for me, do -

                            I will return - glad 

                            ©J/h

                          'pencil madness'  poet Ed Markowski

poet Marc Carver

                    HEAD

                    I looked at the back of the man's head on the plane

                    his daughter kept trying to get his attention

                    but he wouldn't look up from his book

                    or whatever he was doing.

                    I stared into that fat head

                    and told him to spend some time with his daughter.

                    Straight away he started to look and talk to her.

                    If I couldn't do one thing else in my miserable life

                    at least 

                    I did that.

                    poet Judith Partin-Nielsen

                    Poetry Everywhere

                                                 for Courtney Love

                   "I wrote poetry everywhere

                    on the walls, on his shirt

                    I wrote poetry everywhere"                             

                    I couldn't stop                                        

                    at night on the sheets in our bed

                    in my sleep in my dreams

                    I wrote poetry everywhere

                    on my face the war paint

                    (stirring up all kinds of trouble)

                    I wrote poetry on the table cloth

                    in Jax's Fish House

                    a haiku surrounded by wine

                    glasses, white napkins, red brick

                    walls, green fish - tiny dots of

                    blue light hanging from the 

                    ceiling - Nick Forrester eating sushi

                    at the next table

                    I wrote poetry everywhere

                    I wrote poetry in books

                    that didn't belong to me, past due,

                    checked in, checked out,

                    on posters at the coffee 

                    house, poetry notes on golden 

                    peeling bathroom mirrors

                    surprise tanka on the

                    toilet seat

                    I wrote poetry everywhere

                    I wrote poetry on the stairs

                    seven steps to the landing

                    turn left.  Six more to your room.

                    Listening to the blues, Muddy Waters

                    wailing, sitting on the floor

                    eating dates, drinking white wine.

                    I wrote poetry everywhere.

                    You made a pass, I didn't notice

                    better to keep writing poetry

                    everywhere

                    Flat on my face, flat on my

                    ass, flat on my back

                    just keep writing 

                    poetry everywhere



poet Patricia Carragon
                                                    past the open doors

                                                  of a stalled train

                                                birdsong enters

children found in ash

can’t see or feel the sunlight

*duas blurred by war

*duas—Arabic: plural for dua, a prayer of supplication

                                                   slender branches

                                                   dress in white petals

                                                   April bouquets

sipping golden milk

turmeric sunshine

on a cold March night

                                                    frozen crocuses

                                                    inside a Brooklyn garden

                                                    March lives in the fridge

Daylight saving time

jet lag in Brooklyn

is no vacation

                                                     squinting

                                                     behind my shades

                                                     afternoon sun

   loss of flowers

   hang stolen trust

   outside my door



assistant editor Tama:                              

"Frosty, wonderful poets,
fascinating poems!"

assistant editor Frosty:
"Tama, kitties' are purring!"

Another fine post you've
created, noble assistant editors,
with dear friends (Patricia Carragon, for one), and, our beloved Judith-
extra treats for all of us!
(kitties, playing, purring...)



see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen

your poetry can be mailed to: 

                        bear creek haiku

                        PO Box 596

                        Longmont, CO

                        80502   

                        USA                (an SASE is appreciated)

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If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, 

that's ok, too (include postal address)

Best to all our creative endeavors!