Andrew Pidoux

 

 

 

20 Haiku and Senryu

 

The candles glimmer,
The tables are paved with wax:
We’ll be buried soon

 

Where is the wildlife?
Oh I forgot – it’s London.
We are the wildlife

 

A stuffed fox for lunch?
But it’s just a cabinet
In a dark old pub

 

Skull and crossbones flag
Flapping on a narrow boat –
Backwater pirate

 

Deer in the clearing,
Why does your candelabrum
Cast so much strange light?

 

The river flowing
Through my neighbour’s back garden
Is actually mine

 

The pond in that lake
Can only be seen by those
Wearing blue glasses

 

A man with no head
Approached me this afternoon
Though it was near dark

 

The dream of childhood –
To be bigger than your dad,
Quicker than your mum

 

I used to be fat
But I got lost in a fridge,
Came back out immune

 

My orange juice is
A sort of microcosm –
I don’t know what of

 

Sunset at the ranch:
The whole sky cracks an egg,
Unboils itself

 

My shoes stare at me,
Reflecting my gloomy face
Like a bright idea

 

Thread me this needle;
My eyes see camels ok
But not other eyes

 

No one is as free
As the street cleaner at dawn,
Sweeping up our lives

 

I saw an old fox
Sniffing round your bins again –
What are you hiding?

 

They fired me. But why?
Perhaps I was too honest
Regarding their lies

 

Heat wave in London –
A naked businesswoman
Loses her job too

 

The ranch fences twang—
Roadrunner making music
On barbed harpsichords

 

A life like a dream
Ends by tumbling from a roof
Without a pillow

 

 

Andrew Pidoux is the author of Year of the Lion (Salt, 2010), and the winner of an Eric Gregory Award (1999). Recent haiku of his have appeared in Haiku Quarterly, Monkey Kettle, Noctua, Paper Wasp and Time Haiku.

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David Hutt

 

 

 

Haiku

 

dad used to say
one day, you’ll understand  -
now I understand

*

bald hitchhiker
writing poems on velvet –
low calorie Buddah

*

my parents -
angels
I tarred and feathered

*

i am familiar
with the sound
of your footsteps leaving

*

tin of loose change
give me something –
you bastard

 

 

David Hutt grew up in London. Every now and then he tries normal work and stability, but it never lasts long. He has published short-stories and poems in several international publications. A regular twitter user, follow him at @davidhutt1990.

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Ramesh Anand

 

 

*

autumn sky
patches of twilight
in the falling leaf

*
distant hill
a river carrying
the spring

*

peak hour . . .
a flock of sparrows pass
the evening moon

*

sun bath
an eagle circles
the day moon

*
rainbow season
warmth and coldness
in me

 

 

Ramesh Anand authored Newborn Smiles, a book of haiku poetry published by Cyberwit.Net Press. His haiku and tanka has appeared in many publications, across 14 countries. His haiku has been translated in German, Serbian, Japanese, Croatian, Romanian, Telugu and Tamil. He blogs at ramesh-inflame.blogspot.com.

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Roger Jones

 

 

A Photo from the Fifties

snow globe
shaking up a new maelstrom
watching it settle

Overnight, a snowstorm has claimed our town. The neighbor’s houses and yards are coated.  Snow swallows the old DeSoto.  No one’s outside except my father, sister, and two cousins, all of whom run across the empty lot next door. They’ve taken sides for a snowball fight.  My cousin, father, lean to wad up new snowballs. My sister, dodging a cousin’s throw, is laughing.  In the foreground, aged five or so, I’m just off the porch in my furry ear-muffs. Mouth open, I’m shouting at whoever is taking the picture.

her sudden laughter –
a sheet of ice comes sliding
off the church roof

winter boots by the door
a round puddle
growing on the newspaper

 

 

 

Roger Jones has published haiku, haibun and tanka in various journals over the past few years.  His haibun collection Goodbye, selected as the Snapshot Press e-chapbook award winner for 2012-13, will be published soon.  He teaches writing in Texas, and has published three other collections of poetry.  Twitter: @haibunator

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M. Kei

 

 

five tanka 

 

bomb threat

at the Wal-mart—

customers and associates

shivering under

the autumn sky

 

 

kisses

like bruises

and the

dark shadow

of memory

 

 

waking at

my accustomed hour,

a dream of rain

still damp on the bark

of autumn trees

 

 

having lost

her keys,

my daughter

comes tapping

at my morning window

 

 

I could

give you the stars

in winter,

if only you would

step outside

 

 

M. Kei is a tall ship sailor and award-winning poet. He is the editor-in-chief of Take Five : Best Contemporary Tanka, and the author of Slow Motion : The Log of a Chesapeake Bay Skipjack (Recommend Reading by the Chesapeake Bay Project). He is the editor of Atlas Poetica : A Journal of Poetry of Place in Contemporary Tanka and compiler of the Bibliography of English-Language Tanka. He has published over 1500 tanka poems. He also published a gay Asian-themed fantasy novel, Fire Dragon.

 

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A Haibun from Matthew Paul

 

 

The Great Storm

So the three of us are sat there like Compo, Foggy and Clegg,
on the trunk of a storm-wrenched oak between Gallows Pond
and the sugar-maple plantation starting to turn; sharing a joint
and genial nonsense.

Mike relates what happened when the storm arrived last week,
just after our mate Dave’s stag do: he’d got home to the house
he shares with his brother and the frontman of a soon-to-be
seminal prog-punk band, guzzled a mugful of magic mushroom tea
and came up to Foetus and The Fall; wandered the wind-fisted
streets, taking/not-taking everything in – the lampposts snapped
at ninety degrees, fences wrecked like a set of smashed-in teeth,
road-signs pointing in the wrong direction as if the War were still on
– until he finally returned hours later, to gurn in delight and alarm
as his front-door key drooped before the lock, like a candle melting
back into itself.

bone-rattling winds
the taste of painkillers
colours my world

 

 

 

Matthew Paul has a blog at http://matthewpaulpoems.blogspot.co.uk/ , has recently had poems in Fire, Poets from Art (Ed. Pascale Petit) and at Nth Position; is Associate Editor for Presence magazine; and co-wrote/edited (with John Barlow) Wing Beats: British Birds in Haiku   (Snapshot Press, 2008).

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Richard Thomas

 

Five Haiku

 

summer air thickens

two fruit bats make love

under the streetlight

 

 

numb about love

the honeybee

rejects its first flower

 

 

first spider on the moon -

he on my yellow

bathroom wall

 

 

Roman arch -

an old beggar sits

frowning at girls

 

 

ker-runch

all the snails of the universe

on their way out

 

 

Richard Thomas is a 26 year old poet living in Plymouth. His work is published in journals internationally, he was shortlisted for the National Poetry Competition 2011 and he is the editor of the poetry e-zine Symmetry Pebbles. Richard’s debut collection of poetry The Strangest Thankyou is out now through Cultured Llama.  This is his website.

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