Saturday, March 28, 2015

Haiku by Glenn Munroe

scudding clouds forewarn
forces churn beyond our sight
tie the summer down!

the old tree wants in
its branches scratch my window
i bolt shut my door

snowflakes swoop and slide
dancing random pirouettes
my tongue tastes their deaths

winter stalks despair
like a pack of lean white wolves
let your soul burn hot

memories of love
tongues flesh limbs lips and laughter
the promise of spring

Glenn Munroe has worked as a letter carrier, landscaper, taxi driver, environmental advocate, government manager, small business owner, and consultant.  He has always been an avid organic gardener.  He has been writing poetry all his life, but until recently has only published non-fiction writing related to his environmental work.  Currently, he is a senior policy analyst for the Environment Commissioner of Ontario.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Haiku by Mary Salen

Carnal Knowledge

I know your secret
sounds, staccato in my ear:
your edges have popped.

Metamorphosis at Midnight

Caterpillar man
mad for growth, I kiss your head:
BIG old butterfly!

Mary Salen writes poetry from her farm house in the historic Oley Valley, Pennsylvania, where she lives with her husband and five children.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Haiku by Mikel K

You can't buy a cigarette at CVS
but you can get overcharged
for a prescription.
Mikel K is a poet and memoirist living in Atlanta, Ga. K was voted best Atlanta Poet, the last three years in a row, by readers of Creative Loafing, Atlanta's weekly newspaper. He has a BS in English with a minor in Journalism from Georgia State University.  Poetry by Mikel K has appeared in: Subtle Tea, drown in my own fears, poetic diversity, Zygote In My Coffee, The Blue Lake Review, Swimming With Elephants, Visceral Uterus, The Piker Press, Vox Poetica, Napalm and Novocaine, Ceremony, The Georgia Review, The Reeve Report, Lowlife Magazine, The Political Dogma, World Wide, Open Salon, and Beagle Bugle. He was a music columnist for a number of years, covering the Atlanta music scene and worked as a freelancer for The Atlanta Journal Constitution.  You can buy a book by K at

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Haiku by ayaz daryl nielsen

no, morning breeze
you cannot have
her lingering scent
honeysuckle breeze
even the scarecrow
sniffs and smiles
a sparrow sings
listens in the silence
sings again
ayaz daryl nielsen, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/125+ issues), homes for poems include Lilliput Review, SCIFAIKUEST, Shemom, Shamrock, Kind of a Hurricane, and!  online at  bear creek haiku  poetry, poems and info