Distance and time pull;
like limbs from dying trees, like
weaving streams, like seams.
love
GUEST SUBMISSION – “Two”
by Amy Dunlap
A meal to honor
Two drinks two years ago, time
Spent beginning We.
Guest Submission – “Growing Pains”
by Angela Harris
I cried the first day
My girl was so excited
Miss independent
Clementine Trees
Growing forever,
we’re the trees and the leaves and
the falling and bud.
We’re moved by wind
and rain but we’re still growing.
Love is rings on trees.
Below(,) Mountains of Molehills
In a lie, I’m stuck beneath a rock. I’m watching earth move and counting the cold and warm seasons. In truth, I’m atop the rock watching burning life, often wishing I was beneath.
Sometimes thought moves slow
It drags in thick molasses
Like a candle burning
Sometimes life thunders
Claps loudly with little warn
Like a broomstick falls
In a few months, I’ll call San Diego, California home for a few months. Life is constantly more comfortable than it was. And lucrative. I’m building a life with created chaos.
Below me, a soft,
pillowy thing. Above, else.
I am terrified.
Love is strange and open and true. Though it confounds us both often. We’re making strides in each other and ourselves and looking forward to big things. I think we’ve chosen wisely.
Clementine, she loves
and I’m learning to accept
She is my best thing.
Guest Submission – “Some Words”
by Jordan Reed
(not a haiku, still good)
The first thing I thought was “who in the hell gives a fuck about the migration patterns of Canadian Geese?!” And, the sad thing is, there’s, at least, 1 person who does, and she’s unrealistically excited because she now has a little over over an hour (a baker’s hour) to fill our heads with useless information that, I’m sure, we’re all going to actively purge. Her old, stained sweater, it looks like a pair of pre-distressed jeans, or a dumbass hat with a dumbass ripped brim, or something else that’s old, or the bottom corners of a couch of a cat owner, or the tattered jeans of that sexually ambiguous goth kid who sits a few rows down from me who ALWAYS smells like a shitty candle, or something else that should’ve been thrown out years ago, or something else that’s old. This is her time to shine. I’m usually a really nice guy.
We Not He
Life’s not spent on knees.
Life should be spent in tall trees.
Sweat and sway and swoon.
Motion makers.
Tree shakers.
Sometimes Too Sweet
Clementine, you are
more than forgotten reasons
that I love you so.
“You Fit Into Me”
(not a haiku, still good)
you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
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I really like this poem.
Weekly Writing Challenge – Colors of Never Leaves
COLLABORATION by Amy Dunlap and Alex Burgoyne
Hot, not as red, just
above warm. In my belly
and my toes and nose.
A little bit uneven.
A little bit intriguing.
Hot, er than orange.
In my eyes and my head and
in my heart. Engulfs.
Glows.
Knows.
Wincing the night away.
I get knocked down, sun gets me
up again, again.
Her hair and my teeth.
My tack and her tea.
Life is Slow Without You
Loneliness is a
bug in your ear, and a light
almost in your eye.
Night With My Lady
Breathe a breath. Relax
your face. Feel tension subside.
Go outside and walk.
Give Me Love; I Am Easy to Please
ALSO, please haiku
on my “Guest Submissions” page
I will like you more.
Love Thought Morning Ride
“I feel like I have
finally met another
member of my tribe.”
Hotel Rooms
Distance: a pressing
matter; does funny things to
the brain, heart. Mind-fu(n)[c]k.
Trees and billowing
blows my thought like dust or snow.
Recent history
bringing its mostly
crazy deliberate change to my
attention. And
the thinking I do
is cold and warm, warning me
not to allow the
irrational words
of my fear or yours bother
the lovely stasis.
Love and Sun Make the Earth Go ‘Round
Its a warm-cold day
and the weary, winter sun
is strong and mighty
Wrought With Thought and Buoyant Loves
She is a lovely
my darling clementine, is
sweet as, day is long
A river, rolling
consistently peaceful as
beautiful as she
“Castaway on the Moon”
I am lost and found
Truth is this place beneath me
and me atop it.
A Flight is a Small Thing Like a Blueberry (But Not Like Many Blueberries)
Distance: relative
Far can feel close or far, close.
You don’t seem so far
Two In One Over Two is a Fresh-Air Breath
My breath is full of
twigs and other things. Cough=null.
But its bright with love.
And soft with low tones.
Short breath now not for my lungs,
but for the breeze one.
Fall Time is Different This Year and Brightness Comes In the Winter
Good things come. Patience:
overrated. You are proof.
Life is infective.
Away From Real and I’m More Familiar With It
A worthy venture
trying and the reward of
being and loving
Shapes are feel. Reflect
and the color of star eyes.
Circle gets the square.
Meaninglessness is Meaningless AND Love and Music and Love
Love, adoration
Respect, honesty, patience
Lost art of sweetness
The City Wilderness and A Sugar-Suitened Life, Life
Dimensional stream
Pouring, steaming, the quickness
Broken idea
She is, smiling small
My mind is foraging for
Leaf life, breaking glass
Round and the museum
Shifts and sees the margins, clear
Crunch underfoot now
BeautifulSpicySaltyLovelyThings OR Girls Are Balanced Dishes
Sweetandlovely, old
fast, spicyandsalty, sore
Sweet and spicy: win.
With Big Loves to Give
I’m lost in pleasant
feelings. Summer is a joy
Blessed to know people
Love is Material and Tragic or I’m Lost in What I Ought OR “Guarding the Person”: an ode to Vonnegut
“I’d like to be not
what I am, but I am not
what I’m not. Marriage.”
“The truth is, money
is a foe. I want to have
it, not look like it.”
“Love with a man whom
I don’t really know. Death and
all things here to there.”
I’m Afraid Religion Makes God Unobtainable
We are connected
Together and one in love
God’s bigger than fear
A Twenty-First Century Equation: Real Feelings For/About/Toward a Device Made For Communicating + Irony = Depression
Cell phone: eat it. Though,
you sooth me; you abuse me.
I need you, loathe you.
Weather is Affective or Let’s Love Eachother Inside and Out
Its really lovely
to be you, me, us, we. Time?
Take it and give it.