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Issue #105, Brainard Lake, Colorado, January 23, 2005, with haiku by Jonathan, Sanjay Rajan, Patrick Lynn, and Sara Benson. Also featured: Huntsman's Ridge near Carbondale, Colorado,with additional haiku by David Teitler, plus a chilly ski to Forest Lakes in the Indian Peaks Wilderness with Michael Conti.
write swiftly
so winds don't blow you away
and fingers don't freeze
water flows freely
where the sun shines
frozen solid when it doesn't
camera shot
reveals in it's depth
nature's imperfections
traveling with ipod
and jazz close behind
sunny day at lake
skiing and singing
i stumble upon sara
skiing and speculating
over burritos
we talk about how right now
space probe is sinking
haiku with ipod
recording thought, not writing
only need one hand
bbq grill
bids it's time
under january snow
random skiing
through the trees
then when i stop, i fall
snow kukai
autonomous, connected
to friends and the universe
city smog
no hiding place
for eastern plains
my cinnamon skin
suddenly different
from pine resin
jazz interested
in things i can't see
things he plainly hears
same old trail
marked deep
with new experience
at the same time
frozen lake under blue sky
from napping position
the left world is blue
the right world is green
with a jagged white line between
even jazz
doing his own thing
on familiar trail
despite not knowing
how distant stars have evolved
content with ice lake
winter wind blows tears
onto my glasses where they freeze
distorting vision
lake road
we tread heavy
broken snowshoes
i like the thought
that even though we can't know it
something is happening
on distant planets
jazz romps through the snow
about ten minutes later
half sniffing for them
so many layers
no wonder within
so many sweat beads
mountain trail
less oxygen
more air
heavy heart
just a tad lighter
like this snow
haiku companion
unable to write haiku
four legs bogged in snow
a little raven
squawking and chortling by
the little raven trail
plenty 'o shiny suv's and gearheads
crowd the trail
but the woods are serene
carving
our own paths
i prefer many
finding the right path
though it has not snowed for days
what more do i need?
these majestic peaks
echos of summer fall and springtime
spent through the years
through the murk down there
the poor city folk go about
their busy-ness
haikus on
both ends
reveals no front or back
dog snout
against car window
winter colorado sun
though he's not my dog
i take great pride
in temporary ownership
funny - just when i'm
standing still - i fall like a
snow elf pushed me
on the bedroom wall
shadows of clouds move slowly
through warm, dusky light
well within
my comfort zone
this gypsy lifestyle
same person, same trail
with only time between us
or perhaps space
jingle jangle
of my snowshoes
reveals winter rhythm
from across the lake
watching patrick and sanjay
walking in tandem
like jesus i walk
for miles on water but not
without my ski poles
borrowed gloves
and borrowed poles
at least snowshoes own
when i got to brainard lake
there was a line of ants
fifteen people following each other
cold snow flurries
january road trip to Carbondale
washing dishes quickly
guy with goatee
driving truck with snowmobile
carefully strapped in
sanjay so cryptic
returning from new zealand
will he emigrate?
needles on the floor
dave says no more
she's out the door
hackit with packit
sunny road stop on vail pass
pausing for a break
white snow
red rocks
blue sky
this house well-equipped
with musical instruments
for all us young kids
last weeks snowfall
huddles into aspen grove
with deep contentment
a week of old snow sinks
in peaceful reverie
cold mountainside
talking about life
and how much money we've got
here in the forest
could be an issue
of the haiku times
or with my wife
this moment
do you have a haiku dave?
last week
was beauty
this week,
more beauty i guess
really, it's all beauty
this week
snow like maple sugar
crusty on top
soft in the center
sun is high - i think
i haven't looked backwards recently
though my neck feels warm
shaun conducting
one-two-three - E!
to everyone in the room
dave thinking blueberry
also thinking shaun
blueberry bowl
probably been named before
ready for my skins
ancient tantric practice
hooting and yelping
at every turn
our own yelping
inspired by others' yelping
a phenomenon preceding itself
evidently
that other party yelping
is having fun
snow snakes in aspens
it's a woo-hoo day for sure
strap em on dave
point 'em downhill
ski haiku
in beautiful canyons
ever so thankful
the ethical record
of every individual
will have to be recorded
on it's own merits
time? 1:11
a synchronistic number
rocky mountain high
despite my looks
vanity has no boundaries
even mellow dave
mt. sopris obscured
high from huntsmans ridge
by stubborn cloud cap
high on huntsmans ridge
a critique of capitalism
then a few turns
coyote chasing critter
tracks identified on ski
back up to top
enjoyable skiing through aspen
almost as good as the bowls
my knees cut through
maple sugar candy topping
on soft base
dave gets a head rush
dave meets someone he knows
who dry-walled the attic
many years ago
dave pooped but
shaun will have boundless
energy when we return
young children will remind us
we are forty
on the eve of my 41st birthday
still i am lucky
to get turns
last light on aspens
my friend skis crusty powder
dog follows behind
this sacred landscape
mountain jewel colorado
last light falls on ridge
trying to convince us
to move up to carbondale
our friends cajole
cold chill michael sweats on the hill
blue wax day, maybe green
michael sweats on the hill
clouds blow off all the mist
fans from the tunnel blow off everything
michael sweats on the hill
pleasure to see
tracks not trod by snowshoes
forest lakes trail
michael with yellow skins
be in green and blue wax
together we hike up
drink tube
filled with ice
january sun fails to melt
full of pain and exertion
michael's haiku might not reflect
the best in skiing
howling wind
we misplace the keys
soon to be found under the driver's wheel
unforgiving
unless you have the right gear
then playful
fourteen degrees
even so
the sardines waft past my nose
write swiftly
so winds don't blow you away
and fingers don't freeze
water flows freely
where the sun shines
frozen solid when it doesn't
camera shot
reveals in it's depth
nature's imperfections
traveling with ipod
and jazz close behind
sunny day at lake
skiing and singing
i stumble upon sara
skiing and speculating
over burritos
we talk about how right now
space probe is sinking
haiku with ipod
recording thought, not writing
only need one hand
bbq grill
bids it's time
under january snow
random skiing
through the trees
then when i stop, i fall
snow kukai
autonomous, connected
to friends and the universe
city smog
no hiding place
for eastern plains
my cinnamon skin
suddenly different
from pine resin
jazz interested
in things i can't see
things he plainly hears
same old trail
marked deep
with new experience
at the same time
frozen lake under blue sky
from napping position
the left world is blue
the right world is green
with a jagged white line between
even jazz
doing his own thing
on familiar trail
despite not knowing
how distant stars have evolved
content with ice lake
winter wind blows tears
onto my glasses where they freeze
distorting vision
lake road
we tread heavy
broken snowshoes
i like the thought
that even though we can't know it
something is happening
on distant planets
jazz romps through the snow
about ten minutes later
half sniffing for them
so many layers
no wonder within
so many sweat beads
mountain trail
less oxygen
more air
heavy heart
just a tad lighter
like this snow
haiku companion
unable to write haiku
four legs bogged in snow
a little raven
squawking and chortling by
the little raven trail
plenty 'o shiny suv's and gearheads
crowd the trail
but the woods are serene
carving
our own paths
i prefer many
finding the right path
though it has not snowed for days
what more do i need?
these majestic peaks
echos of summer fall and springtime
spent through the years
through the murk down there
the poor city folk go about
their busy-ness
haikus on
both ends
reveals no front or back
dog snout
against car window
winter colorado sun
though he's not my dog
i take great pride
in temporary ownership
funny - just when i'm
standing still - i fall like a
snow elf pushed me
on the bedroom wall
shadows of clouds move slowly
through warm, dusky light
well within
my comfort zone
this gypsy lifestyle
same person, same trail
with only time between us
or perhaps space
jingle jangle
of my snowshoes
reveals winter rhythm
from across the lake
watching patrick and sanjay
walking in tandem
like jesus i walk
for miles on water but not
without my ski poles
borrowed gloves
and borrowed poles
at least snowshoes own
when i got to brainard lake
there was a line of ants
fifteen people following each other
cold snow flurries
january road trip to Carbondale
washing dishes quickly
guy with goatee
driving truck with snowmobile
carefully strapped in
sanjay so cryptic
returning from new zealand
will he emigrate?
needles on the floor
dave says no more
she's out the door
hackit with packit
sunny road stop on vail pass
pausing for a break
white snow
red rocks
blue sky
this house well-equipped
with musical instruments
for all us young kids
last weeks snowfall
huddles into aspen grove
with deep contentment
a week of old snow sinks
in peaceful reverie
cold mountainside
talking about life
and how much money we've got
here in the forest
could be an issue
of the haiku times
or with my wife
this moment
do you have a haiku dave?
last week
was beauty
this week,
more beauty i guess
really, it's all beauty
this week
snow like maple sugar
crusty on top
soft in the center
sun is high - i think
i haven't looked backwards recently
though my neck feels warm
shaun conducting
one-two-three - E!
to everyone in the room
dave thinking blueberry
also thinking shaun
blueberry bowl
probably been named before
ready for my skins
ancient tantric practice
hooting and yelping
at every turn
our own yelping
inspired by others' yelping
a phenomenon preceding itself
evidently
that other party yelping
is having fun
snow snakes in aspens
it's a woo-hoo day for sure
strap em on dave
point 'em downhill
ski haiku
in beautiful canyons
ever so thankful
the ethical record
of every individual
will have to be recorded
on it's own merits
time? 1:11
a synchronistic number
rocky mountain high
despite my looks
vanity has no boundaries
even mellow dave
mt. sopris obscured
high from huntsmans ridge
by stubborn cloud cap
high on huntsmans ridge
a critique of capitalism
then a few turns
coyote chasing critter
tracks identified on ski
back up to top
enjoyable skiing through aspen
almost as good as the bowls
my knees cut through
maple sugar candy topping
on soft base
dave gets a head rush
dave meets someone he knows
who dry-walled the attic
many years ago
dave pooped but
shaun will have boundless
energy when we return
young children will remind us
we are forty
on the eve of my 41st birthday
still i am lucky
to get turns
last light on aspens
my friend skis crusty powder
dog follows behind
this sacred landscape
mountain jewel colorado
last light falls on ridge
trying to convince us
to move up to carbondale
our friends cajole
cold chill michael sweats on the hill
blue wax day, maybe green
michael sweats on the hill
clouds blow off all the mist
fans from the tunnel blow off everything
michael sweats on the hill
pleasure to see
tracks not trod by snowshoes
forest lakes trail
michael with yellow skins
be in green and blue wax
together we hike up
drink tube
filled with ice
january sun fails to melt
full of pain and exertion
michael's haiku might not reflect
the best in skiing
howling wind
we misplace the keys
soon to be found under the driver's wheel
unforgiving
unless you have the right gear
then playful
fourteen degrees
even so
the sardines waft past my nose
solo/group kukai
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jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen