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The New Year 2014

by Neal Whitman Some of you, like me, find it interesting to anticipate centennials for the new year underway. One special one has come to my attention as a poet: the birth of Dylan Thomas. To honor him, a poetry contest has been organized by Seventh Quarry Press in Swansea, Wales, and Cross-Cultural Communications in […]

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Winter Haiku – 2013

by Neal Whitman The Winter Solstice this year is December 21. The exact moment moves across time zone to time zone. Ah … and then we have to taken into account this is so only in the Northern Hemisphere. For the bottom half of our globe, it is the Summer Solstice. Bottom? Who says so? […]

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Catching On the Wrong Times

by Sivakami Velliangiri Each time I call him on the cellular phone I am conscious of a circumstantial drone. If I miss him amidst a very busy meeting, hoping to hear a lady’s moan, it is the grocer’s shopping.

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The New Year 2010

by Neal Whitman The New Year For those of you who have been on this site for a full year, you already know that there are five seasons in the Japanese calendar. So, here is our New Year haiku. This feature is not the time, nor the place, for Politics. But, please forgive me if […]

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Epigram

by George Held Some editors favor what’s adorned And request me to expand a verse; Some prefer terse And want no more. Click to listen: mp3

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Screamer

(For Pops, who taught me my trade.) By Joseph Milosch My first boss was a screamer with his long, hooked nose. After he hired me, he yelled, “Don’t be lazy!” He told me I’d always be a laborer, or worse a scraper hand, I didn’t laugh. H? yelled “Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!” as he pulled and […]

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The Impossibility of a Poem

by Alice Folkart Here is a poem, or collection of Haiku-like stanzas written during a bout of not writing: The Impossibility of a Poem Writer’s block and tackle? Hoist me up with a verse! The only meter I can find is the kind that counts kilowatt hours Even given time, no rhyme comes to mind […]

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Filling the Void

by Scott Owens They split the light that filters in through empty panes, stretching shadows longer than tails across the page I’m reading or the wall I’m staring at unable to fathom its depth, or just the empty air, filled at last with some shade of life.

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The Breath of Poetry

by Michal Mahgerefteh The infinite vastness of words flew in tiny particles, and with a single stroke swallowed me whole.

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Hope: Hope

By Gu Xie 4. Hope Just like a tree in a wind All the wait, is to Greet lifelong greenery Just like roots deep in earth An expanse of pureness in a cloud Will be the beauty they want to look up at All creations always cheer this Rhythm of conviction All human efforts are […]

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Driftwood Calm

by Joseph Milosch The wind ate faces off cliff caves and scoured them clean of everything but wing-flap echoes. An otter broke from brush above the inlet and leaped wiry-wild along the bank. He splashed into the ocean, and swam towards mussel-coated rocks He dove three times. On the third dive, I lost his brown […]

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After Midnight

by Suzanne Roberts Cusco, Peru I woke sometime in the small hours, within a shadow, terrified. The sounds back, the blaring taxi horns, stray dogs barking. The glow of the streetlamps bled again into the room. The shadows forming again a bed, a door, a room.

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Outside the Window of Our Bedroom

by Joseph Milosch Sleeping with sedated pain, Patsy rests her arm on top of her blue- checkered blanket. Outside the window of our bedroom grows an orange tree. Behind the fruit tree stands a poplar, fresh with buds. Behind it a conifer. Behind the pine a hawk, a plane, and the edge of the horizon. […]

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The Gust of Wind

by JosephMilosch Spring rose clean as birches during my last leap year home. For the past ten years, I spent winter afternoons on this lake. Soon I’d be the first to graduate, but this evening I skated with my hockey stick and some primitive rhythm composed for blade and tin. I shot the puck, an […]

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Summer Haiku

by Neal Whitman lagging far behind friends call me to hurry up “Look” — summer rain sky Neal Whitman, our 1st of the month Poetry Prof, also provides our readers a haiku per season. In the Japanese tradition, a word or phrase associated with the season is called “kigo.” Neal is a member of the Yuki […]

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SPRING HAIKU 2014

by Neal Whitman There is a time for everything, and a season for everything under the heavens.  Ecclesiastes 3 Ah, March 20. The first day of a new season. The firey hue has been spotted all over! Are we speaking of blooming garden paths or fashion runways? Is orange the new black? Some say, when […]

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Just a Suggestion, Okay?

by Neal Whitman, Poetry Prof Can we talk? No, let’s not of graves, of worms, and epitaphs (Richard II, Act III, scene 2), but of editors. Dateline. August 22, 2011: I emailed ten tanka to a journal. Tanka, if you do not know, are five-line poems. November 28: two days before the journal was due […]

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