петак, 19. април 2013.

World Haiku Review

Haiku 3 - Vanguard

March 2013

World Haiku Review

Haiku page 3 - Vanguard

First Place In every flower the hidden I Am looks at me Riitta Rossilahti
Second Place how things don't matter when I sit down to explain how things don't matter Martin Esposito	Third Place fogged mirror learning to smile at myself Cathy Drinkwater Better

Seven Honourable Mentions
(in no particular order)

doctor’s office

staring at the book

I still plan to read

Cathy Drinkwater Better

picture postcard ghosts from this city the sea took back Rebecca Drouilhet	shaving off my beard; the scar from the war appears in the mirror Ty Hadman
Coffin flowers Once in full colour Last blooms adorn A willow box. Michael Baron	first light the crushing weight of sleepless hours Cathy Drinkwater Better
Gulls compete for the winter sky so what has the crow to shout about. Colin Stewart Jones	hot chocolate his warm hand on mine truce Máire Morrissey-Cummins

Zatsuei
(Haiku of Merit , in the alphabetical order of authors’ surname)

sunbeams when her bud bursts, my flower child S.M. Abeles	departing . . . the heaviness of mother’s hug Ramesh Anand
Bones of contention Beneath Leicestershire car park From Ambion Hill Martin A. Chambers	Grave situation Bring home our last Son of York With us for ever Martin A. Chambers
pond hockey searching for the puck in a thicket of reeds Bill Cooper	the winds of time corrode the flesh in the desert spirit Tatjana Debeljački
remembering all the things I promised her ghost moon Robert Michael Drouilhet	each moment is what we have Marje A. Dyck
knotted like a rune she rests no less beautiful giving dreams a home Martin Esposito	I’ve just found the bulbs those you promised to plant You sod in the ground Helen Frost
Gun violence, a haiku sequence seeming epidemic random deadly shootings in the land of the free color them red innocent victims of gun violence staring puzzled at a deep black abyss kins of murder victims gun control debate who's to blame: the gun or the trigger man Victor P. Gendrano	seated on the saddle of the sorrel gelding a golden gadfly Ty Hadman
your shapely legs playing horseshoes Brendan Hewitt	in the tornado’s wake the azure sky in a shard of mirror Elizabeth Howard
rumors of war I scatter cracked corn for a stray white dove Elizabeth Howard	she held me closely for no reason at all --- my defenses falter Howard Lee Kilby
as we sit for the vows a thread from my skirt snags your plastic chair kjmunro	geisha solemn white face hides erotic thoughts Marilyn Linn
chrysalis opens as snug as a bug in the rug Andy Pomphrey	dawn light between them just a smile Andy Pomphrey
Self barriers Resentment and guilt, heads and tails of life’s coinage; all love excluded. Gary James Sycalik	Clones Catch a mockingbird, cage the song, repeat the notes; freedom withering. Gary James Sycalik
Thought-forms Out of mist and fog, dancing forms move in rhythms; thoughts dancing the mind. Gary James Sycalik	Who is Faint sounds of laughter, peals from time-distant mind-shores; but, who is laughing? Gary James Sycalik
Dolce risveglio il sogno è l’infinita ombra del Vero Sweet awakening the dreams are the infinite shades of Truth Felice Vinci	a new date she buys new make up she does not need Athena Zaknic

недеља, 7. април 2013.

Yareah magazine issue 35

‘Your Movie’ April 2013

Yareah Magazine had a great month. During March, we have received so many wonderful submissions and so many great authors and artists have wanted to collaborate with our cultural magazine that we are really honored. Here, you will find a selection of the best of this month. Enjoy the issue, Yareah friends: Art is Everywhere!

Yareah Magazine Issue 35: your movie

четвртак, 4. април 2013.

Letters of Love and Despair

by Tatjana Debeljacki

Letters of Love and despair by Tatjana Debeljacki…

Beautiful words full of feelings and deep emotions.

Enjoy your day, Yareah magazine friends!

Letters of Love and Despair by Tatjana Debeljacki

The Letter

Well I just wanted to say hello to you.
Yesterday I had no time for it, I know you’d expected it. Sorry.
Understand me, please.
In return, I love you.
There is so much work to do but I can’t get you out of my head.
Sometimes I am daydreaming.
And I can’t sleep at nights.
Your suburban guy loves you, your fat swine.

For the First and The Last

Time I Wrote a Poem

The Greatest Poem of All

You and Me

Please forgive me for this poem

being so short.

Even the title is longer than the poem itself.

I told you:

“I’m not good at writing!”

In Cyrillic, I’m inside you

written in Latin,

you are inside me

What kind of Ikebana would it be

two of us in Japanese script?

13 hours and 2 minutes. Thursday, March.
I love you. Enough said.
6th April.

In case I had forgotten to write you a letter, I did not forget to love you.

kuca od stakla

петак, 19. април 2013.

World Haiku Review

недеља, 7. април 2013.