Assistant Editor Frosty, mewing, "Fine idea, Tama! And we'll
begin with dear friend Karen O'Leary!"
poet Karen O'Leary West Fargo, North Dakota
winding down three trips
the same crooked road through the peanut gallery
missing spring can't find Planters
poet Kelly Sauvage Angel Madison, Wisconsin
always the misfit first light
the one-eyed calico the old tabby waits
nestled in my lap at the bed's edge
From Tama, "Lucky kitties!"And Frosty, "Extra treats
for Karen and Kelly!"
"And, one from Don A. Ryan!"
poet Don A. Ryan
The world used to hold their notes
When Earl Hines played
poet r. soos Joshua Tree, California
of mad mosquitos becoming old folks
today sound more inviting was not in our plans my love
than more politics yet here we are
name the trails we walk I do not grow old
but don't bother to map them I simply feel more wild
the deer will not care with the need to dance
Tama: "Above four are from 140 pages of r. soos's new book of poems, during the music, Cholla Needles Press, Joshua Tree, CA, and he is also editor of Cholla Needles, a monthly literary magazine, and one of our very favorites!"
poet George Held New York, New York
Dog Hill Haiku
in the Catskills Little Dipper pours
many objects for haiku - August into Big Dipper
no Fujiyama the sound of splashing
Bluebird and warbler Frosty November
have long since flown south - morning - bare birch hosts sun
crows' caws echo warmed junco
Frosty: "Above are from the 22 pages of George Held's book of poems, DOG HILL POEMS, published last year by Goldfish Press!"
poet Steve Ausherman
Albuquerque, New Mexico
A screen door mosquito
Buzzes with the aroma
Of yellow potato salad.
Cuts in fingers
Blackened with motor oil
of the working poor.
A soft target.
haiga by Tama and Frosty,
published in Wild Violet
poet Charles Bukowski
a sensible fellow bad fix
when I fart old Butch, they fixed him,
my cat could care the girls don't look like much
from Charles Bukowski on CATS,
118 pages about his cats, 2015,
poet Carl Mayfield poet Julie Dickson
Rio Rancho, New Mexico Exeter, New Hampshire
her lowered eyelids spade full of dirt
the only invitation layered around roses
offered beauty inherent
poet Kelley Jean White
laconia, New Hampshire
Unable to sleep
stumbling to the window, blinking--
hoping for a meadow
I believe I'll stop
mowing my lawn
t. kilgore splake
don't watch feel
denying creative wisdom
haiga, by Angelee poet should show not tell
"Mister Editor, it's your turn to choose a few poems!" says Tama...
bear creek haiku, way back in 1991...
"Well, ok," sighs Frosty, "even if you didn't have Tama and I
all the long way back then..."
poet Denver Stull
ragweed in bloom planting spring bulbs
along the country road. . . the old dog
the old dog sneezes finds his bone
poet Don Wentworth Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Second-story window sill -
carton of milk, half a
sandwich- a hand
The lilt of a morning songbird
threads light into
the weave of night
Noble assistants! We need to end this post,
it is long past time for our treats. . .
"And our belly rubs!," insists Frosty!
see you in a moment
ayaz daryl nielsen
(We love you, Judith!)
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