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ISSUE 10.2
S UMMER 2010
TINYWORDS 10.2: SUMMER , 2010
ISSN 2157-5010
sunrise—
all at once
birds leap from the water
—DEBORAH FINKELSTEIN
1
free from school
the chalk dances
across the sidewalk
—PEG DUTHIE
2
summer at last
I blow away a grey hair
from my keyboard
—FRED FLOHR
3
thick stump
an ant crosses the growth rings
into my childhood
—RAFAL ZABRATYNSKI
4
new moon
last year’s kite
slumped in the corner
—HELEN BUCKINGHAM
5
museum hall
children study
their echoes
—BOUWE BROUWER
6
fading tattoos
he hauls her wheelchair
from the beach
—DAVID SERJEANT
7
TANKA
the voice
of a wrong number
for a moment
wishing I was the daughter
she’s trying to reach
—KATHE L. PALKA
8
old pond—
a crab sneaking into
the sunken sneaker
—HELGA HÄRLE
9
leaf shadows
spatter my skin
this heat
—ANN K. SCHWADER
10
gnarled banksias
entwined like old lovers
along the track…
how many years now
have we been together?
—BARBARA A TAYLOR
11
wood’s edge—
stepping inside
the sound of river
—PETER NEWTON
12
mockingbird an octave shy of the moon
—BILLIE DEE
13
war ruins…
suddenly the cicadas
stop
—DAVID SERJEANT
14
Cigarette smoke
curls against
the white moon.
—CHRIS MORAN
15
father-daughter talk
my fishing lure
caught in the moon
—AUBRIE COX
16
something less
than the speed of light
camellia blossoms
—MATTHEW M. CARIELLO
17
the junkyard crane
grabs another car—
wind-tossed poppies
—TANYA MCDONALD
18
laundry in the garden
the colorful dresses
full of butterflies
—MAŁGORZATA MIKSIEWICZ
19
rising from prayer
i find myself
in tourist photographs
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a row of white houses
across the bay
the glint of binoculars
—MARK KOERBER
21
bush track and mountains
all I can see
is one horse fly
—DUNCAN RICHARDSON
22
between roots
a woodchuck
gathering sun
—MICHELE L. HARVEY
23
a beach day like any other
until she unwinds
the ties of her bikini
24
The sky darkens
—KATHERINE SCOTT
25
Falling rain,
the priest kneels before an empty altar.
—JON SUMMERS
26
a solitary bird calls to the space between lightning and
thunder
—ANGIE WERREN
27
my colleague
flirting with the workmen
. . . endless summer rain
—DAVID SERJEANT
28
rain in the puddle—
I have nothing to give
to the street musicians
—VALERIA SIMONOVA-CECON
29
towpath—
a blue heron shifts
the twilight
—ROBERTA BEARY
30
gone
with the storm
the wind chimes
my neighbors quarrel
deep into the night
—BARRY GOODMANN
31
seaside rest home
the gentle swell
of his belly
—BOUWE BROUWER
32
over my thoughts the hush of pines
—PETER NEWTON
33
Her last summer
each day brings
a new flower
—MICHELLE SANDERS
34
workday’s end
a construction worker pees
into the summer sun
—DIETMAR TAUCHNER
35
cobwebs
fill the curve
of the snow shovel
—BILL WATERS
36
dropping my dog off
at the kennel her whine
amid all the barks
—KATHE L. PALKA
37
after the hurricane
only the moon
—C. P. HARRISON
38
last day of vacation—
the blackberries
won’t let me go
—ALEXA SELPH
39
cloudy day
I wave at the neighbors
I don’t know
—JOANNE MORCOM
40
a spider
on the floor tile—
checkmate
—MELINDA B. HIPPLE
41
daughter and
mother the
same hard face
—DAVID SERJEANT
42
bus stop
an empty bench
and a bag lunch
—SUE BURKE
43
from pampas grass
a dragonfly emerges
thunderclaps
—JOANNE MORCOM
44
gusty wind
chasing one another
three plastic cups
—ROMAN LYAKHOVETSKY
45
beach party
the last drop of sunlight
caught in a glass
—BARRY GOODMANN
46
rain
curtain
of absences
—JOSEPH QUINTON
47
the little spider
hunches sideways—
night shift
—MELINDA B. HIPPLE
48
whispering grass ~
the scythe’s sound against
the stone
—DANA-MARIA ONICA
49
World Series
another layer of paint
flakes off the fence
—PATRICIA BENEDICT
50
summer’s end
lilies pointing
toward earth
—PATRICK M. PILARSKI
51
collecting stones
from the river
where I was baptized
moonlight
washes over me
—AUBRIE COX
52
summer’s end—
rearranging gravel
in the Zen garden
—CAROL RAISFELD
53
last bloom—
closing
the shears
—CLAUDETTE RUSSELL
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EDITOR'S NOTE
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page 13, “mockingbird…” Previously published
in Roadrunner Haiku Journal IX:2.
page 14, “war ruins…” Author’s note: The photo was taken
(and the haiku was composed) in a bombed out hotel
complex on the Croatian coast last year.
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