Steeeeve...! (shaking fist)

Dear Anna,

Thank you for your submission to the spring/summer issue of Frogpond. While your poems show promise, they do not meet all of the requirements for publication.
Please do not let this discourage you. Poems for the fall issue will be considered at the beginning of June with a deadline of August 01, 2008.

Good luck with your writing endeavors.

George Swede, Editor, Frogpond
Information: http://www.hsa-haiku.org/archives/HSA_Definitions_2004.html


Eff. Never fear! I shall continue my haiku quest!

Frogpond!

cold feet -
the sigh
of a long winter


Ok. So I just discovered the HSA - the Haiku Society of America - and I'm pretty effing excited. They have a tri-yearly magazine called Frogpond that they put out, and they accept submissions from anyone, member or no. I could submit!

Think of me.

Long Overdue

drum beats
thump
through fingertips



tear stains -
watermarked
sign of the cross



your inner beauty
bursts
onto my face

global warming -
January rain
fogs the sliding door


bright eyes
and contented sighs...
rainy day blues?

Anthologous poems

Some of my favorite excerpts from the anthology.

unexpected news
she stands staring into
the cutlery drawer

-- Dee Evetts


I look up
from writing
to daylight.

-- William J Higginson


sun & moon
in the same sky
the small hand of my wife

-- Gary Hotham



I promise more of mine are coming. But I'm tired. So you'll have to wait.

Haiku a Day Keeps the Boredom Away?

"A haiku is not just a pretty picture in three lines of 5-7-5 syllables each. In fact, most haiku in English are not written in 5-7-5 at all - many are not even written in three lines. What distinguishes a haiku is concision, perception, and awareness - not a set number of syllables. A haiku is a short poem recording the essence of a moment keenly perceived in which Nature is linked to human nature." - Cor Van Den Heuvel in my sweet Haiku Anthology I got for Christmas.

A month or so ago I decided to become obsessed with haiku. So this is my blog dedicated to that. Here are some that I've written so far.

big white bed
time spent in dreams
whether waking or asleep


boisterous voices
gossip over fast food
on china plates


muddy, frozen earth...
memory of orion
when his belt alights us


Christmas ham
reduced
to sandwich duty


And here are the two I wrote today on the plane.

the mountains
protect us
from the sky


forgotten dollars
found in coat pockets -
winter is here