Haiku from Graham Nunn
Currently leading our Kasen Renku at Issa's Snail (see link to the right) is the talented Graham Nunn. Here are some of his own haiku:dawn servicered scarf slashedacross the digger's throat~nudist...
View ArticleA Free Verse Sonnet for Freya Buchanan - Phillip A. Ellis
A Free Verse Sonnet for Freya BuchananWith the sun slowlygrowing through winter,till the spring comes at lastwith its crop of birds,and the earth itself wakesfrom the somnolence that is frozen soil,it...
View ArticleRunning - Vanessa Page
RunningWhen roadside has turned to redand desert oaks are stenciled neat on car window canvasesyou’ve run far enough - to where dust folds over to new thicknessestaking with it every trace.It’s too...
View ArticleSorting - Benjamin Dodds
SortingStainless-steel pincers prick and tearat a spread of gelatinous filmas I tack across the magnified worldof circular Pyrex dish.Resting my eyes back in 1:1 scale,I find that this membrane is the...
View ArticleRon Wilkins - A Matter of Life and Death
A matter of life and deathWhile walking down the streetI surprised a girl and a boyin passionate embrace against a wall.Nothing strange about that, you may say,but she was dressed in school uniformand...
View ArticleMark William Jackson - These Days that Play like Toothaches
These days that play like toothaches.dragging each breath inthen pushing it outlike a cheating lover.Breath upon breath untilthe day is drawn upand spat into a waste basinby the straight syringe of...
View ArticleNew Tone Poem at 'The Poetry Slave'
Jane Williams and I have just finished the first collaborative tone poem at 'The Poetry Slave' (see link below & to the right)Much in the same way that Sergei Rachmaninoff used Arnold Böcklin’s...
View ArticleThe Words That Fell To Earth - Amelia Walker
The Words That Fell To EarthThirty seven pages.Thirty seven miles.The diary of Ilan Ramon,Israel's first astronaut,found, wet and crumpled,in a field just outside Palestine,Texas. Words:scrawled...
View ArticleBeloved - Shonni Hodge
BelovedThe lies have wrought their own piece:Intricate curls, gilt and glamour to showcase the shame.Glass beads set in the mask reflect years.Contorted huskof animation, carved dream of humanity:Her...
View ArticleLooking Back - Ron Wilkins
Looking BackA thump with the heelof the hand forcing entry,then the metal ripper jacking upthe lid in levered steps untilwith a twist,the jagged disk snapped loose.It was hard preparing a mealof...
View ArticleThree Haiku - Pearl Nelson
the pond at the endof the street, its edges frozenand without toad song-after a hard rainthe old man’s turnipsbare sensuous purple shoulders-that old drunken moon–smoking cigarettes and singingsongs in...
View ArticleThree Poems - Majena Mafe
Always…_____you’d become still_____before the jump to ____here_____O laugh out loud...-so sue me‘Doesn’t she look goo-oodher full-blown-self…’Ridge Forester bloats.-cutthe placing of flowers...
View Articlein the things we hold and the things we cannot - Mark William Jackson
in the things we hold and the things we cannotthe bottle paints it perfumed image?_________________days of empty despairwhile the light that guidedsmiles as I talk to her___________________about...
View ArticleUnraveled - Benjamin Dodds
UnraveledNever referred to explicitlythey feature alongsideanonymous lab technicianssafety-goggled henchmenwielding delicate glass pipettesand endless arrays of plastic phialsin footage furnishing...
View ArticleIn The Middle Of The Night - Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
In The Middle Of The NightShe played video gameson a dirty brown couchthat reeked of Doritosand sweaty ass.She pulled the headsoff her Barbie dollsin a dark apartmentabove Charley’s Barwhere her...
View ArticleLandscapes - Stuart Barnes
LANDSCAPESThe real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyesMarcel Proust(I) Collingwoodthe Magi are imaginablea poultice for sizzling footpathsjasmine’s in...
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Porgy Comes Home - Image & Text by Wayne Wolfson
She thirsted to hear my voice again, even the small things; asking her to shut the light, the click of the last domino being put back in the box, my cigar as she walked by the ashtray left on the...
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Michael Lee Johnson - Charley Plays a Tune
Charley Plays a TuneCrippled, in Chicago,with arthritisand Alzheimer's,in a dark rented room,Charley playsmelancholic melodieson a dust-filledharmonica hefound abandonedon a playground of sandyears ago...
View ArticleJeff Klooger - A Brief History Of Getting Smashed
A Brief History Of Getting SmashedEmotion is chemistry, and alcoholis love ― here especially, or anywhere tropical.Tonight we will get drunk like scientists, our heads burstingwith untested theories,...
View ArticlePhillip A Ellis - 15 August 2009
15 August 2009Over lands, seas, and oceans, the stars risesteadily, into night and the dark skyunmarked by any moon. When the stars fadefrom the heights, scratched as it is by streets' lamps,houses,...
View ArticleJeremy Balius - Three Haiku
falling leaves spinteaching dervishesto whirl-mother smiles then passes on to glory – the sea ebbs-a crow returns to murdernot enough frequent flyer pointsJeremy Baliushttp://jeremybalius.wordpress.com/
View ArticleModem - Stuart Barnes
MODEMLondon by night all alone,London by night on my ownThe KLF3 a.m., 3 a.m., 3 a.m. Eternal likethose Justified Ancients of Mu MuI snap awake, buzzy from mypurple shrinking pills, to staggerto the...
View ArticleWe Raw Muggers Haiku - Shane Jesse Christmass
We Raw Muggers Haikulying bathe bridge of hisnose one of the otherpatiencerapidly into an insolefall to hiskneesto lie swivels aroundin troublethis comet is uselessthe taps off and thenmurder thesewhat...
View Articletincture - stuart barnes
tinctureour prickly pear’seleven coppersuns have expired.bellies of Rainbowparrots flare againsta Henson sky likematches. fireworksridicule horizons. astray cat blackens.stuart...
View ArticleSouthern Christmas - senryu and haiku - Peter Macrow
Southern Christmas senryu and haikuher Christmas red topwork makes her wear'I'm here' she says it saysa man holds the seatfor his boywobbling his Christmas bikeneighbour's barbecueguess who got a...
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