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Wednesday, August 8
Two new haiga by Shanna
by
Charles Christian
on Wed 08 Aug 2007 05:13 PM BST
  • Shanna Baldwin Moore is a teacher, poet and musician based on the Kona Coast of Hawaii, she describes her interests as wine making, painting and singing. She adds "I'm an old beat poet and have just found this form (haiga) in the last two years and am having fun." Tuesday, August 7
Letting go by A.D. Winans
by
Charles Christian
on Tue 07 Aug 2007 07:28 PM BST
This is one of those poems that makes me go "Damn, I wish I could write like that" by our favourite Beat Generation survivor A.D. Winans...
LETTING GO You were Harpo Marx without a harp You were Sally Rand without your burlesque fan You were a slow funeral train Making its way down the track Looking for the last hunchback You were Clint Eastwood out to make your day With a loaded gun aimed at my groin But baby I no longer can do the dance Not even to get into your pants I don't want a ride on your rowboat To the Bermuda triangle Or to sit in the back set of your leaky canoe Listening to you play love songs on your kazoo And why do you insist on checking out of the motel When we haven't yet checked in You have the desk clerk confused And I'm beginning to lose interest in the muse Not since I ran the 440 in high school Have I been this out of breath The range master has issued me a summons To report to the firing range He wants to remove the bulls-eye from my heart You'll have to find someone else for target practice • A.D. Winans Monday, August 6
Free to do as I want by P-T Diep
by
Charles Christian
on Mon 06 Aug 2007 02:26 PM BST
Free to do as I want
A year ago I burnt the list of all the things my parents, The Law and The Bible forbade. Released, I inhaled fresh thoughts and indulged in eating pudding in bed, three times before dinner, But the kids next door, knocked on my door, grinning like pumpkins with trick candles inside. Now I use candles in bed, their flames seem alive. Last night I left a present of candles for those noisy kids living next door. Today is the anniversary of freedom, I celebrate with champagne and alone, I enjoy my silence at last. My choices are heavy as chains smothering the windows, the glass like soot tainting the sun. Freedom smells of burnt skin and rope, as friction brands me smouldering with consequences. I chose freedom and now it hangs a neck-rope sighing, sliping through a noose from the ceiling. My mind is free of all boundaries but my body remains here floating above my favourite chair. The police knock on the door, knock so loudly the door splinters and breaks, they shout like the kids used to next door. On my chair is a note for the coroner, 'Please NO post mortem, NO necropsy!' but of course, he is free to do as he wants. • Phuoc-Tan Diep is a regular contributor to IS&T. He says about this poem "This is a poem I wrote after reading Helen Ivory's The Double Life of Clocks in two days. Is this imitation? Is it the highest form of flattery?" Talking of Helen Ivory... her second collection The Dog in the Sky is available now from Bloodaxe Books www.bloodaxebooks.com/personpage.asp?author=Helen+Ivory Saturday, August 4
New concrete poetry by Chris Major
by
Charles Christian
on Sat 04 Aug 2007 10:57 AM BST
MIRROR (on reflection)
( @ )( @ ) ( ) ( ' ) a n o r e x i c • Chris Major is a regular IS&T contributor Friday, August 3
Two tanka and one sedoka by Ken Head
by
Charles Christian
on Fri 03 Aug 2007 01:32 PM BST
Now the glue has dried,
pages fall out easily. I have neglected the book and it smells of age. Decrepitude is winning. The ink flowed well then when this brush was new and fresh. Laughable, I know, if you look at these old hands. Arthritis? What a bad joke. Dreaming of dinner I stir the wok busily while you chop vegetables. Shall it be red wine or the white you like so much that comes from your home country? • Ken Head is a regular contributor to Ink Sweat & Tears. Tanka is a traditional Japanese 5-7-5-7-7 syllable format. Sedoka, which is a less popular format, is known as a pair of two half poems, in effect two half tanka. |
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