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The Bamboo Hut                                     Issue One                              2022


Oscar Luparia


SEASONS

fall equinox –
the blooming heather
for my inner balance

winter solstice –
New Year's dreams
shine in the dark

spring equinox –
balancing open windows
and energy saving

summer solstice –
my afternoon nap
without guilt



Joy McCall

the old monk

bedbound

I dream of the island
the thatched croft
the roaming sheep
the bay, the wild rising sea
​
faint chanting
from across the bay
evensong
the old monk
puts more logs on the fire
​
he says​
holy simplicity
is the only​ way
I follow his shadow
across the flagstones
​
I like that same
simple worship
and yet ...
the​ music, the rituals,
the incense, the old​ Latin
​
I​ write the same things
again and again
in poems -
we know ourselves
by the things we love



Roberta Beach Jacobson

daybreak river songs begin


deep in a forest
we interpret our lives
as trees

crow
I too screech when I see
friends



Christina Chin & Al Peat

the scent
of mother
on this scarf...
in the earthen jar
new sake ripens

yellowed recipe card
with my fingers
grandma puts
cored apples
in the cooking pot

sudden launch
a camouflaged
grasshopper
once again
a grass blade



Joy McCall & Monk Gabriel ( Denis Garrison )

watching
the same Christmas movie
every year
I begin to believe
in miracles
​

I believe in miracles.
What proof have I?
God knows everything
and, still, He loves me.
Next question.



Minal Sarosh

no moon night
there’s still so much to learn
from the stars

yellow hibiscus
how quickly my muse unfolds
its petals

banana trees

growing taller, taller
so silently



Cullen Whisenhunt

autumn afternoon--

chilly but for the burning
Chinese pistache

pumpkin pie sunrise
purpled by the day after
sleepiness

child noises
through bedroom wall
--no sleep for neighbors



Tom Blessing

rose hip old and wrinkled still hanging on


first freeze the cricket voices his lament



Diana Teneva

a butterfly wing...

my silence is
broken

autumn sunset...
is there any room for me
under your sky

a graveyard…
sunflowers shade
my mum’s tomb



Jaden Searfoss

Endless woods


Towering trees shielding the light
Roots wide and long dig into the soft soil
No path in sight in the endless woods

Abandon

Broken and forgotten
Hidden under the overgrowth
Standing quietly with hate and malice

The Building

Darkness fills the cold halls
Copper, rusted metal, and dust fill the air
machinery long forgotten lay waiting for their return



Jenni Wyn Hyatt

early morning steals

over frosted fields
a late owl hoots

frost-capped hedges
morning shrouded in silence
black-headed gulls scream

swirling flakes float
feathering bare branches –
flawless silence


Pat Davis

snow squall

a tangled skein
of geese

new neighbor
his religion​
left in church



Mike Gallagher

sliding

over the waterfall
drifting clouds

barn owl​ ​
gliding across the corn
all ears

nocturnal
the green lamp-eyes
of the ditches



Eva Joan

day of father’s death -

a soupçon of Old Spice
in the October air

like thin ice
the layer between us -
congealed silence

my mother's face
in the morning mirror -
where has the time gone

i myself
between all the others
nothing

- on your tongue
- the bittersweet taste
- of malicious joy



Jim Young​

haiku

how immensely small
you are

the sadness of
a nurse in a nursing home
knowing



Evan Coram

three thousand miles

to find it’s the same
snowflakes

campfire sparks
ride the heat whorls
starlight

matching colors
the baby cries
a winter wind



David Watts

scent of rain

before it arrives
winter chill

aroma of dried grass
the backwing
of a black swallowtail

​bayside dance club
a foghorn bends
the jazzman’s notes



Ruth Holzer

Old Winter’s Song


bedroom window
the blossoming
frost flowers
skinny chest
the stinging rub
of camphor

flopping galoshes
splashing
through slush

the bitter taste
of a long soot-sprinkled
icicle
a sled
overturned
by the tracks



Ram Chandran

twilight shadows...

as she clutches my hands
something in me tells
we are going to part ways

plucking the rose petals...
the floor full of
strewn thoughts



Milan Rajkumar

still lingering

amid mother's sarongs​ –​
scent of lemon grass

war cemetery . . .​
rows of soldiers' epitaphs
known unto god



Anthony M. Lusardi

empty nest

the loon’s wail
ripples through lake foam

last of twilight;
constellations following
flocks of starlings

the ant on your shoe
the space between you
and the nearest star



Douglas J Lanzo

train whistle

my mind retraces
wistful paths of youth

pink December bloom
the endings
that could have been

releasing
a lifetime of memories
with father’s ashes



Lisbeth Ho

a warbler​

at the red berry branches​
calling out​
all flowers to bloom
for an autumn palace

burung warbler
di dahan berry merah
berkicau memanggil
bunga-bunga bersemi
tuk istana musim semi


carrot flowers
swaying in misty dawn
its bunch of white
dazzles me as pure as
my mother's heart

bunga wortel
bergoyang di kabut pagi
gerumbul putihnya
mempesonaku semurni
hati ibundaku



a purple rose​
blooms with no butterflies
yet a songbird​
comforts a lone lady
longing for her only son

mawar ungu
merekah tanpa kupu-kupu
namun kicau burung
menghibur sang wanita
yang
merindu putra tunggalnya




Maire Morrissey Cummins

a wider view
through the trees
winter deepens

new year checking the full moon calendar

a new bud
on the amaryllis​
winter solstice



Clarence Carlson

on sun-drenched eyelids

ships sailed across the red sea
into the blackness

fishermen mend nets
barefoot on the hot beach sand
gossamer voices



Carmela Marino​

rose stem

at the bottom of the glass
my silences

winter clouds
a little lipstick​
on a cup



Adrian Bouter​

Easter Sunday

a lamb springs
in all directions

her silk shawl
about the oak chair -
mother tongue



Maria Concetta Conti​

empty garden​

her last Christmas​
dinner​

winter break​
yet something​
is missing​

snowmelt
all the people​
I have lost



Tim Lenton​

after baptism

you looked for living streams
but found wild fire
flowing through the forest of
your transcendent soul

sparkling morning
breathes cold light into the water
over the marsh,
slinging colours in ribbons​
across the aching sky



Pasquale Asprea

scattered little clouds -

at sunset a cup of moss tea

tea steam -
the first grooves of a vinyl

ambient music -
a suspended piano



Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo​

Things that comfort​


the rustle of the wind in the leaves
the white foam of the sea
wildflowers

the patient waiting of a heron
the scent of moss in the woods
the wet nose of a dog

the first ripe figs
the courage of a stranger
the smile of a passer-by

a bouquet of flowers in a vase
the tenderness of a child
focaccia almost like in Genoa

the notes of an old song
the freshly laundered sheets
the snow, when it descends slowly

the minute rain that wets the meadows
the smell of bread
the touch of your hands, in memories



Orrin PréJean & Joy McCall

just merely

trying to remain
trying to​
scratch and survive
and keep my head above water

diving
into the depths
picking up stones
surfacing, bringing them

to your empty hands



Christina L. Villa [original haiku] & Linda L. Ludwig [response 1& 3]

Wistful Wind


just when I start

September rains
vermillion leaves
sprinkling​ ​ the lawn

believing again

the sun peeking
through a birdhouse
a full mailbox

wilted wisteria

end of the season​
turns cold and bleak​
whistling wind



Margi Abraham & Marilyn Humbert​

Indecision


summer rain
stops, clouds skid away
petrichor
releases memories . . .
we laugh and race outside

​weekly visit,
he says he loves me
this quagmire
marshland gas rises
either side of the river.


​late night talk
sputters and smokes
white wine
loosens your quips
sharpens my edges​ ​ ​ ​ ​

​sunrise…
a puddle of melting frost
at the door
your muddy rubber boots
beside my shiny black heels.


​hot winds rattle
the bedroom shutters--
tomorrow
I’m alone once more
indecision for company



Marilyn Humbert & Frances Carleton

Down Cobargo Way


churchyard…
the outline of wings
a falcon’s flight
between light and shade
of the sun struck spire

​we dance
in cool shadows
of the day
humming a tune--
petals open at touch


​moth and insects
around the porchlight
a gentle buzz
in the background
of your incessant chatter

​red wine flows--
I watch you drown
struggling
gasping for air …
ripples spread wide


​sirens
shatter midnight
blue lights
strobe through fog …
shards of glass on the mat

​red glow
lights the night--
bats soar above
a silhouette of stones
flames lick the steeple


​Note - Cobargo, a historic village of south coast of NSW, devastated by bushfire at the end of 2019



Nani Mariani​

SOUL


praying mantis
among the grass
silent heart
meditation
in a quiet room

WOUND

to be healthy
keep your distance
covid 19
i got my third injection
but you..
still not come



Denis Garrison(Monk Gabriel) & Joy McCall.

ignore the moaning,

forlorn shrieking in dark nights
when light's long faded
the cold unholy things need
your fear upon which to feed

I wake and listen …
a small creature
running along fences
finding its way
to the other side


mid-morning, feeling
ambitious, I start
pulling down the old barn
and waken a barred owl
just home from the hunt

wood mice
go scurrying away
to find safety
in thorny hedges
and dry grasses


rapturously dark
angels fly on silent wings
these devout raptors
circle above the altar
and they prey before they eat

bones litter
the holy places
spirits cry
and in the distance
dark shadows against the sun


with relics interred
shrines cleansed and consecrated
the shrieking silenced
we face the sun unfearing
free from terror of the night



Richa Sharma

between two pages summer waterfall


footbridge
the distance between us
increasing

the cold touch
of his mother's necklace
webbed moon



Sherry Grant, Jackie Chou & Zoe Grant

Remnants

old scrapbook

weathered faces
framed in glitter - jc

new bike from
a second-hand shop - zg

shaking out
broken shell in my pocket
last summer - sg

jeweled treasure box
the faded blue scribbles
of a love note - jc

dancing alone
to my favourite song - sg

birthday party
all those unsent
invitations - zg



遺留

三人連軌詩

作者:周均玲(美國)+ 陳紫瑄(紐西蘭)+火の鳥(紐西蘭)

中文翻譯:火の鳥



老舊的剪貼簿

飽受風霜的面容

框在閃爍亮粉間 (周)



從二手店買來的

新腳踏車 (陳)



將破碎的貝殼

抖出我口袋

去年夏天 (火)



鑲滿寶石的寶物盒

情書上早已褪色的

藍色草書 (周)



聽著我最愛的曲子

獨自起舞 (火)



生日舞會

那些從未寄出的

邀請函 (陳)


Hifsa Ashraf , Sherry Grant & John Hawkhead

River Bank

thawing river

a swift flight
of magpies -ha

broken starlight in
a sudden downpour -sg

diving rock
the potential
for rain -jh

slipping again
into melancholy -ha

curled up
in hidden corners
dreams of squid -sg

riding a whirlpool
around darkness -jh





河畔

作者:伊芙莎·阿許拉芙(巴基斯坦)、火の鳥(紐西蘭) 和 約翰·霍克赫德(英國)

行數 : 3-2-3-2-3-2

中文翻譯:火の鳥





結冰的河融化

一群喜鵲

迅速飛過 — 伊



破碎的星光

如驟雨急降 — 火



岩石墜落

下雨的

概率 — 約



再一次

陷入愁緒 — 伊



蜷縮起來

潛伏在角落

八爪魚之夢 — 火



在黑暗漩渦中

載浮載沉 — 約



Agus Maulana Sunjaya , Sherry Grant & Zoe Grant

Silence in Tears

lunar eclipse

clinging to the temple bell
a white moth - ams

she hums a song
brushing daughter’s hair - sg

secret notes
behind the door
a hooting owl - zg

the silence
through half open window
moon beam - ams

repetition
of the waves - zg

oyster tears
this darkness you
leave behind - sg



無聲的淚水

三人連軌詩

作者:阿格斯·善賈雅(印尼)+ 陳紫瑄(紐西蘭)+ 火の鳥(紐西蘭)

中文翻譯:火の鳥



月蝕時分

白蛾緊附在

寺廟古鐘上 (阿)



她邊哼著歌

邊梳著女兒的頭髮 (火)



門後的

秘密情書

貓頭鷹啼叫 (陳)



一線月光

半敞窗戶透入

陣陣沉寂 (阿)



浪濤

反覆襲來 (陳)



牡蠣之淚

你遺留於我

這片黑暗 (火)


Al Peat & Réka Nyitrai


​
sinning 
with Lilith

she is made

of black suns
Challah bread
and giggles​

​



black puppet sun

from
an egg
basket

silhouettes
hatching




notes from a robin’s song

fall​
​     through

 ​ the​
yellowing
​ ​ ​ ​ leaves


this fleeting world--

fallen leaves​
call for the ones
still on the trees

come
and play








Pamela A. Babusci & Susan Aurinko

http://www.aurinkophoto.com/

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