Assistant editor's Frosty and Tama:
"Kitties and Poetry!, Mister Editor!"
Yes! And we'll begin with
poet Christina Chin,
Selangor, Malaysia...
young leaves
almost the taste of mango
first date
again a thump
the rats scampering through
summer evening
rain on the green leaves
a chorus of frogs
in the well
mould
on a stump the colors
of wild turkey tail
*turkey tail fungus
poet Jessica Hoard, Memphis, Tennessee...
mossy cherub spies
within the blooming garden
lovers on a bench
string of white lights
glass of white wine
the silence of snowfall
letting slip the wrap
from her shoulder cut these eye strings
an offering to the moon so at last I can live
outside your gaze
the earth is heavy
still it rains
I dream of England
poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...
melting spring snow
stream waters rising
carrying new dreams
frail first light
poem born in embers
words full of fire
light wilderness breeze
pine needles humming
wisdom of forest music
sitting quiet and still
waiting forest surprise
fawn entering woods
rebel outlaw poet
not selling out
always being himself
melting spring snow
stream waters rising
carrying new dreams
frail first light
poem born in embers
words full of fire
light wilderness breeze
pine needles humming
wisdom of forest music
sitting quiet and still
waiting forest surprise
fawn entering woods
rebel outlaw poet
not selling out
always being himself
poet S. L. Peeran, Bengaluru, India...
I in desolation
My soul mate. my best half
Evaporated like a thin air,
Like sudden electric failure
And like withdrawal of all pleasures
Leaving me in total darkness
Now eighteen months
Leaving me in stupor
Her fresh green memory
Haunting me day and night
Let heaven sweep me
From the floor of this benign Earth
And lay me besides her.
Let me join her in ethereal world
And get relieved from the rigmarole of life
“Frailty is the name of the women”
Delicate and brittle like glass.
O my best half descend down
And take me with you in your arms.
poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...
gossip
half of it is all true Sinatra's grave site:
or "The Best is Yet to Come" is
all of it is half-true. chiseled in marble
what you believe is up to you.
poet James Breeden, Durham, North Carolina...
the fly on the window all day work
within my reflection now whistling
watching at the time clock
scent of black coffee a barking dog
steam rising woke me
still dark at dawn the moonlight in your hair
poet pl. wick, Empire, Colorado...
dusty road-wanderer--
one could not know
what your life has been
the byways
your paws have traveled
though your eyes and
trepidation tell me much.
how 'bout an extra blanket
for you to lie upon--
and in tomorrow's
early light let us
journey along together.
together
companions thru adversity...
...just so you know--
I do cook up a rather tasty
campfire stew...
for
the dog with damascene-fur
poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...
poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...
Face of a Buddha (2)
among the orchids
face of Buddha appears
nothing extra
just here
New Life
grief — hidden, underground
tangled like the roots
of a tree, sometimes
nurturing fragile new life
also from print issue #1, poet Eva Alexander...
Ghost Dance
tall, leafless aspen
cast evening shadows
across the frozen lake
sudden gust of wind
and ghosts are dancing
over the water
over the water
from bear creek haiku #1 (1991), poet Denver Stull...
planting spring bulbs... ragweed in bloom
the old dog along the country road...
finds his lost bone the old dog sneezes
also from print issue #1, poet Eva Alexander...
I
THE SONG
I WALK HERE
see you in a moment...
see you in a moment...
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bear creek haiku
PO Box 596
Longmont, CO
80502
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