Tram stop, 6.18pm

Kate Middleton texts
Pol Pot in a Mazda 1
weird sights in Melbourne.

Jenny Morris

My take on KRudd

My take on KRudd:

If this were Florence
In the time of the Borgias -
He'd be dead by dawn

Cathy Dineen

How to write haikus
Counting syllables all night
But the art don't come.

Kenton Penley Miller

Note to self:
I must not drop the ‘c’ bomb
You are what you swear

Ian Row

haiku writers block
scenery, imagery
nothing comes to mind

Neil Krieger

Spot Haiku 35 Part 2 of 2

"That's Melbourne for ya"

i.
Raise your hand for help
In event of emergency...
Better to be white.

ii.
Fair go or fair game
At this point in history...
Our new whipping boy

Ian Row

Spot Haiku 35 Part 1 of 2

Box-fan afternoon -
Heavenly hum; carefree breeze
Lounging, like I love

Jeff Patterson

Sometimes there’s a warm moment in winter in Chicago:

January thaw
In a phalanx, paddling
Goose armada sails

Carol Ruth Kimmel

Unit 6

Unit 6 lays down
its slab; the days of parking
outside are over.

Ian Row

Sunday reunion

Sunday reunion
Three of us discuss pretence
Northcote vegan cafe

Ian Row

Merciless summer

Merciless summer
Cat motionless on floorboards
Too hot to cuddle

Ian Row

A haiku about Womadelaide

no bongos for me
the endless percussiveness
Nowomadelaide

Ian Row

Cold sore eruption
You're a dirty dirty girl
No husband for you

Ian Row

moonlit frangipani —
kissing the white part
of her thighs

Violette Rose-Jones

A haiku written on a warm December day in Chicago

bouncing up and down
cheerfully, Canada geese
blue waves of the lake

Carol Ruth Kimmel

above his bed
glow in the dark stars;
I count them

Violette Rose-Jones