Holiday 2009: Suite
i.
Where do I start it?
This narrative of freedom?
Three pm flight out?
ii. Singapore
Awake for twenty
hours no wonder my feet hurt
reiki! reiki! rei....
iii. Denmark
Saw Mary's house but
Fred and her were out it seems -
No milk on doorstep
iv. Edinburgh
It's the accent that
gets me - "do yer ken?"
That and the shortbread
v. Loch Ness
Small bus to big lake
guide - a madman in a kilt
High speed on thin roads....
vi. York
Romans and Vikings -
More ghosts than can be counted
Minster choir at dusk
vii. Naburn
Noble horses snort
while crossing the Trans-Pennine
Pinch me - I'm dreaming...
viii. Whitby
Harbouring history
In weathered stone - and stories
of jet-black vampires.
ix. Heptonstall (Sylvia Plath's grave)
The pilgrimage to
her small white gravestone; as if
no one else knew her.
x. Haworth (Bronte Parsonage)
Teensy tiny books
by teensy tiny women.
Madness on the moors.
xi. London
Three hours - Tate Modern
Power station for our art -
Abstract lifts my soul.
Cathy Dineen
Monday, May 25, 2009
Spot Haiku 24 Part 3 of 3
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Spot Haiku 24 Part 2 of 3
i
bright golden morning
elm leaves like confetti
autumn's first wedding
Ian Row
ii.
Twitter tweet twitter
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Tweet twitter tweet twit
Jenny Morris
iii.
Reading quietly on
tuesday's number 8 brunswick tram
intimacy in a crowd
Karen McVean
iv.
Sun up to sun down
Have a dora! Have a sniff!
Drunks and wastrels all
Neil Krieger
v.
I am a Closer
Here in the Closing World
And I am Closing
Simon Patience
bright golden morning
elm leaves like confetti
autumn's first wedding
Ian Row
ii.
Twitter tweet twitter
Twitter twitter twitter tweet
Tweet twitter tweet twit
Jenny Morris
iii.
Reading quietly on
tuesday's number 8 brunswick tram
intimacy in a crowd
Karen McVean
iv.
Sun up to sun down
Have a dora! Have a sniff!
Drunks and wastrels all
Neil Krieger
v.
I am a Closer
Here in the Closing World
And I am Closing
Simon Patience
Spot Haiku 24 Part 1 of 3
i.
What a big to do
this panic over swine flu.
Oh No! Aah... at-choo!
Chris Gill
ii.
submission writing
snot-filled, brain-dead, and cold-clogged
no right to health here
Jason Rostant
iii.
My French Onion Soup
muscular ambrosia
will cure what ails you.
Chris Gill
What a big to do
this panic over swine flu.
Oh No! Aah... at-choo!
Chris Gill
ii.
submission writing
snot-filled, brain-dead, and cold-clogged
no right to health here
Jason Rostant
iii.
My French Onion Soup
muscular ambrosia
will cure what ails you.
Chris Gill
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Backlog: A suite
i.
me and my big mouth
across the line in the sand
the trap set now waits
ii.
don't call me precious
and expect me to fold
you piece of trash
iii.
vices
an addiction
a secret
Ian Row
me and my big mouth
across the line in the sand
the trap set now waits
ii.
don't call me precious
and expect me to fold
you piece of trash
iii.
vices
an addiction
a secret
Ian Row
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Two haiku about sausages for lunch
i.
sausages for lunch
legal team's proposition
barter trade or bribe
Ian Row
ii.
Sausages for lunch.
Could life be any better?
Yes! If there was sauce!
Chris Gill
sausages for lunch
legal team's proposition
barter trade or bribe
Ian Row
ii.
Sausages for lunch.
Could life be any better?
Yes! If there was sauce!
Chris Gill
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