Haiku by April Salzano

on my knees I suck

what started as foreplay grows
in my mouth and tongue


 

bent over the bed

one more inch would do me good
standing on tiptoe

face down flattened out

dolphins swimming on dry land
riding waves back home

two scissors rubbing

girl or guy it matters not
both would hit the spot

default position

lack of creativity
most romantic encounter




April Salzano teaches college writing in Pennsylvania and is working on her first (several) poetry collections and an autobiographical work on raising a child with Autsim. Her work has appeared in Poetry Salzburg, Pyrokinection, Convergence, Ascent Aspiration, Deadsnakes, The Rainbow Rose and other online and print journals and is forthcoming in Inclement, Poetry Quarterly and Bluestem.

Haiku by Anne Curran

Island beauty
- henna adorns
her chest


that midsummer night
reading through
my diary entries


turtledoves
by the park pench
- our easy silence


summer evening
cicada song
drums the night


Christmas pudding
on special -
'tis the season'



Anne Curran is a Hamiltonian and member of a large Catholic family of seven brothers and sisters. She has completed University qualifications and been a teacher for most of her professional life.  She has taught English, communications studies and English as a second language. She has completed a poetry collection titled 'Birds of Paradise'.   In her spare time she enjoys visiting art galleries and
watching films.

Haiku by Martin Cohen

Drizzle

I carry a knife

When I find the right person
Fingers fall like rain

Haiku? Shmaiku!

The modern haiku
Is no longer restricted
Five seven five - haa!

 

 

 

Martin Cohen is a retired computer programmer who loves dancing (favorites are West Coast Swing, Waltz, Tango, and Foxtrot), writing (but not revising) poems, and solving math problems.

 

 

*Drizzle was previously published in the Bloody Ink Anthology by Ink Babes.

Haiku by Carl Scharwath

lonely ocean wave

long travel completed
in a sandpipers retreat

fresh virgin snow

falling pine cone
whispers in descent

silent first snow

hides summer lawn furniture
in stillness

dawn trees awaken

fabrics of fog adorn
outstretched branches

orange crescent moon

holds memories of the night
in her silver cup

The Orlando Sentinel, Lake Healthy Living, Think Healthy and Mature Lifestyles Magazines have all described Carl Scharwath as the "running poet." His interests include being a father/grandfather,competitive running,sprint triathlons and taekwondo (he's a 2nd degree black belt).

His work appears worldwide with over forty published poems and five short stories. He was awarded “Best in Issue” in Haiku Reality Magazine and was recently selected as a featured poet in Ambrielrev. His favorite authors are Hermann Hesse and Charlotte Perkins Gillman.

 

Haiku by Denny E. Marshall

UFO landed
The aliens were small plants
Other plants silent


Craft lands on planet
Minutes after an earthquake
Methane tsunami


Waiting by the craft
For glimpse of alien
Only a robot


Do aliens dream?
Of other life forms
Forget to ask them


Space not the final
Frontier, recently like the
Forgotten frontier



Denny E. Marshall has had art, poetry, fiction, or articles recently published and rejected.

Haiku by Alex Nodopaka

Egret reflections

bounce on yellow ripples
between branches

Return to sender

for insufficient postage
or postal morgue

 

Inside wastebasket

wrinkled poetry
lays defeated

 

Vodka-flavored tongue

wedged in Beluga caviar
savors buried pearl

 

Coupled letters dance

birthing stunted words
meaning yet to be



Alex Nodopaka originated in Ukraine-Russia in 1940. Studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Casablanca, Morocco. Full time author, artist in the USA. His interests in the visual arts and literature are widely multi-cultural. However, he considers his past irrelevant as he seeks new reincarnations in IFC movies if only for the duration of a wink.

Haiku by Alexis Rhone Fancher

Haiku For My Beloved

 

I ask for breakfast,

Instead, he brings me flowers.

Am I still hungry?

He Searches For Reasons

 

material girl?

that was your complaint, right? Like

a car’s a bad thing?

The Plot Thickens

Once betrayed, twice shy.

Says he’s not that kind of guy.

Should I believe him?

Cruel Haiku To A Former Lover

 

there’s a touch of the

poet in everyone - well,

everyone but you.

How The Artist Sees The World

 

It’s about the light.

How it slants entire worlds

With its opinion.

 

 

 

Writer/photographer Alexis Rhone Fancher’s latest chapbook is Gidget Goes To The Ghetto. Her “pillow book,” explicit, came out in 2010. She studies with the poet, Jack Grapes, and is a member of his L.A. Poets & Writers Collective. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Mas Tequila Review, Gutter Eloquence Magazine, Cultural Weekly, Tell Your True Tale, Downer Magazine, Bare Hands Anthology, Ireland, The Sun Magazine, Spark Off Rose, The Poetry Juice Bar and elsewhere. Her erotic thriller, Annie’s Sinful Nature, awaits publication.