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Issue #33 Eben G. Fine Park, Boulder, Colorado, July 20, 2002.
Haiku: Sanjay Rajan, Krista Morien, Sara Benson,
Susan Peterson, Jonathan Machen, Patrick Lynn
Photos and layout: Jonathan Machen
unable to hide
inner-tube disappointment
ass scrapes on rocks
my tears disappear
among river stones, grinding
this grief smooth
circling in the creek
my eyes on the blurry rocks
acting out my life
on the swingset
not until i close my eyes
does the world slow down
carrying a rock
nearly as big as she is
the little girl grunts
i am part of this earth:
choking smoke of the wild fire,
cool stream on my skin
warm summer evening
lying on the floor talking
to the ceiling fan
clutching on their notepads
haiku poets wander off
like a herd of cats
how do two people
stay with each other for a
long, long, long, long time?
cool rocks against my
palm on this hot, hot, hot, hot
hot, hot, hot, hot, day
under wooden bridge
haiku poets congregate
rollerboards rumble
hot summer, wet dog
river walkers plunge in pools
small boy nearly drowns
smoke elsewhere
while we all enjoy
the mountain stream
the water shimmers
reflected on sara's neck
like a string of gems
with the threat of
nuclear war and the rampant fires
i sit by the creek
gurgling
down the drain
who has the switch?
corpulent
not really, kid
in black trunks
contemplating
by the creek water
golden retriever
brown trout finds refuge
in diminishing waters
creek people subdued
hanging on to this tree
nothing but the two of us
and last night's roaring flames
from a tiny pool
in this barely running creekbed
a wasp takes a few sips
fire danger everywhere:
good to stand on the roots
of this ancient tree
unable to hide
inner-tube disappointment
ass scrapes on rocks
my tears disappear
among river stones, grinding
this grief smooth
circling in the creek
my eyes on the blurry rocks
acting out my life
on the swingset
not until i close my eyes
does the world slow down
carrying a rock
nearly as big as she is
the little girl grunts
i am part of this earth:
choking smoke of the wild fire,
cool stream on my skin
warm summer evening
lying on the floor talking
to the ceiling fan
clutching on their notepads
haiku poets wander off
like a herd of cats
how do two people
stay with each other for a
long, long, long, long time?
cool rocks against my
palm on this hot, hot, hot, hot
hot, hot, hot, hot, day
under wooden bridge
haiku poets congregate
rollerboards rumble
hot summer, wet dog
river walkers plunge in pools
small boy nearly drowns
smoke elsewhere
while we all enjoy
the mountain stream
the water shimmers
reflected on sara's neck
like a string of gems
with the threat of
nuclear war and the rampant fires
i sit by the creek
gurgling
down the drain
who has the switch?
corpulent
not really, kid
in black trunks
contemplating
by the creek water
golden retriever
brown trout finds refuge
in diminishing waters
creek people subdued
hanging on to this tree
nothing but the two of us
and last night's roaring flames
from a tiny pool
in this barely running creekbed
a wasp takes a few sips
fire danger everywhere:
good to stand on the roots
of this ancient tree
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen