no more surprise prize, a ring, anything, in the cracker jack box, the original junk food. no, you’ll have to settle for a code on your phone that gives you a lame game to chew on.
sailor jack
and his dog bingo
POP UP
Theresa A. Cancro
Afternoon Noir: A Found Haibun
Church bells ring
on a street
in Mexico,
cars and guns flash–
a red stain
ragged hole shirt.
Yellow dandelion
candles glow
on a bedroom dresser,
through filmy curtains
piano music–
Debussy.
The sound sets you free
in turquoise water,
beneath pink flowers
the gunshot holds no fear.
going home
to blue bayou
a bullet always tells the truth
Susan Beth Furst
The House On The Hill
Alan Summers
Ekphrastic haibun inspired by:
‘House on the Hill’ by Helen Garrett
Oil on board (80cm x 70cm)
Victoria Art Gallery exhibition: Towards the Unknown
(24 November – 13 January 2008)
pockets don’t know what it is to be poor
the title of this one is all there is to know about the subject.
just one teabag
and water from a stream
movements of the moon
Michael Rehling
1956
1956 saw my birth
and the devil’s rope gain ground.
I have yet learnt to fly
or succeed
where the movie star failed
to jump the wire
by motorcycle
in the Great Escape movie.
I did not leave a country by force only umbilically in a Chelsea hospital.
You left your motherland that year,
as I left my own,
and we returned together decades later to rust in old blood.
the scent of colour
in every crime scene
becoming chimera
in every crime scene
becoming chimera
Alan Summers
Ekphrastic haibun inspired by:
‘1956’ by Magdolna Ban
1988, oil on canvas,
Bridgeman Art Library, Private Collection
https://silverandexact.com/2010/09/27/1956-magdolna-ban-1988/
‘1956’ by Magdolna Ban
1988, oil on canvas,
Bridgeman Art Library, Private Collection
https://silverandexact.com/2010/09/27/1956-magdolna-ban-1988/
devil’s rope:
One company (in Wales U.K.) has made, and sold, in excess of one million rolls of barbed wire a.k.a. devil’s rope – enough to go 5 times around the world.
One company (in Wales U.K.) has made, and sold, in excess of one million rolls of barbed wire a.k.a. devil’s rope – enough to go 5 times around the world.
Out of Sync
I was never really into boy bands. I mean, sure, I belted the lyrics to every Backstreet Boys song that came on the radio. And, okay, I had an N*SYNC poster on my bedroom wall. And I might have dreamt about running off to Hawaii with Taylor Hanson and those long, luxurious locks of perfect blond hair… But I swear, I was never really into boy bands.
climate change
the ice shifts
in my water glass
Elizabeth Alford
Grandpa Junior
I walk down a side street, looking up for the answer.
Nothing.
It was in his blood and his blood is mine, and so on.
calm before the storm
everything set
against me
everything set
against me
Gabriel Bates
