looking for change in
parking meters. the times
they are a-desperate.

Ian Row

A pretend lover

a pretend lover
what you don't know won't kill you
reality... check!

Ian Row

A haiku to Saint Maria

Dear Saint Maria...
mend his spirit, fix his mind
beg your gracious aid

Ian Row

mother hates father
too late to turn back, over
and too old to move

Neve

good crap and bad crap.
what was that about again?
absent minded rhyme.

Jenny Morris

A Kahlil Gibran haiku

thought, a bird of space
unfolds its wings in cage of words
but cannot fly

Ian Row feat Kahlil Gibran
Words from Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet, Penguin Arkana (1992), pg 78

Chocolate haiku

i've saved your message
your deep, strong, dark chocolate voice
is now on tap.

Ian Row

Caterpillar

caterpillar
vandals in nature's garden
above the law

Ian Row

i.
two years on I'm still
knee deep in saturn return
dude, where's my rising?

ii.
from knee-jerk reflex...
big sister pseudo mother
...to spectator sport

Ian Row feat. Cesca Alice

When mornings turn cold,
every breath is evidence
that I have not - yet.

Chris Gill

Spot Haiku 24 Part 3 of 3

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

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
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

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

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

You'd think they'd be glad
to drop the poison chalice
But no, they're jealous.

Chris Gill

Phenylalanine

phenylalanine
the end of a love affair
a glass half empty

Ian Row

Speed Round 13.3

i.
Signs and gestures
breaking down between
you, me and i

ii.
minutes blink away
as spaces space moments
between breathes.

iii.
Which bit didn’t
you live in freedom and
restful now.

Karen McVean

Speed Round 13.2

i.
8 years old he is
Birthday party it will be
31 years of me

ii.
Donning my apron
Basked in aroma and flour
Out comes cakes, cookies & cream

iii.
Watching my thoughts
Like clouds mashed up together
Different shape sizes

iv.
Who am I?
Who am I beyond these thoughts?
Who am I?

Ginny Phang

Speed Round 13.1

i.
friday afternoon
lacks total motivation
still, the weekend calls

Jason Rostant

ii.
show me the money
they lost it playing black jack
capitalist pigs

Patrick McCormick

iii.
Unrelenting
Thick raindrops rip the blossoms
From her outstretched hands

Neil Krieger