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Marilyn Humbert and Margi Abraham

Moonstone Clouds

far below
from the half-way ridge
the view
a silver thread glistens
through forest greenery

Notre Dame
walking by the Seine
at dusk
limestone buttresses

shed apricot shadows

the lap
of gentle waves
on the shore
in the starlight
his brown eyes gleam

we wake
to moonstone clouds
our duel
of disappointments

called off by dawn

our journey
through the years
we learn
the light and shade
of compromise

your words
intermittent as sunshine
in the forest
silence. . . . before I speak

climbing the dappled path


Marilyn Humbert & Frances Carleton


Phoenix Rises


early morning
frost on the grass
transforms
our weary world,

stirs beginnings.

crow passes by
sulphur crested heads chatter
lonely canine howls
fairy wren wets it’s wings -
natures silence

butterflies
braiding poppy fields
colour swirls
…Van Gogh’s

thick brushstrokes

ripples
spread wide
gliding on thermal -
as he huddles
over the flame

from the ashes
I watch tiny shoots
emerge
the blackened landscape

to palette of greens


Joe McKeon

night shadows

something unseen moves
my neck hair

foggy night
a half-heard knock
on the door

first on the scene
a grandfather clock
fills the room

elevated train
a woman dancing alone
behind billowed drapes

routine stop
crows wing to wing
on a wire


Pere Risteski

the geometry of her breasts heat


our last selfie All Saint’s Day

new style
all her
wrinkles

mirror
the pressure around
my ego

the rolling of the full moon marijuana


Elaine Patricia Morris​

in an instant

Basho's poetry
stops the world at now

one hand on her knee
she pedals into the breeze
cotton summer skirt

on the window
the wingspan of a bird
double glazing


Eva Joan

out of my pen are flowing

precious blossoms
sparkling stars and
flawless ink hearts
only words remain invisible

fog is wafting
soothing ... consoling
outlines melt away
silent white veils
gently embracing
leafless trees
​

in the dark
time runs slower
it seems
as if impish gods throw sand
in the rack-wheels of the night


George Schaefer

Approached by wild turkey offering intoxicating cocktail

We sit upon orange speckled mushroom sipping the elixir
Absorbing the magical quintessence of long forbidden thoughts

Lost in this existential satori
Sheds old light on new subject
I had less choice than thought

they sold a six pack in the grocery store
politicos all panicked
the rest of the world shrugged

I’m a romantic existentialist
fancy words used to impress
gullible audience


Carmela Marino

constellation

his heartbeats
enveloped in mine

volcanic sand
the steps behind me
become clouds

swallows in a circle
something unfinished
in my past

dusk
his breath moves
my hair

one last kiss
the very thin wings
of a butterfly


Maria Concetta Conti

tasting

my mother's cookies
first autumn rain

warm Autumn
a poem before
your leaving

a bridal dress
how many stars
this night

coming back
from the beach
fall despair


Minal Sarosh

anger

she takes a deep breath from
the rose bouquet

beach pebbles
I collect my thoughts
one by one

Saturn
inside the ring
a name

red bridge
a zen garden
in my city

mango flowers
how long will it
keep raining ?


Michael H Lester

Romance on the River


tonight, my love
the moon shines golden
over the river
illuminating the ripples
and the coppery autumn leaves

tonight, my love
let’s canoe downriver
past the pines
where the wind whistles
like a ghost in the forest

tonight, my love
I shall make you a promise
in a poem
written by my own hand
by candlelight while you slept

tonight, my love
I will whisper in your ear
these secrets
that will bind us together
for the rest of our lives

tonight, my love
let us bask in moonlight
as the river
rushes past the pines
and the wind whistles through


Carole Johnston

Dia De Los Muertos dawns cold

a good day for my ritual
clearing milkweed stalks and seed pods
dreaming of butterflies

gathering marigolds today
haunted by souls of the mothers
they stalk me with their sad stories
follow me with their tears

I wonder how many sorrows
are hidden in those old albums
behind the hats and marigolds
beside the DNA

I weep for them they weep for me
and when the veil is so thin I
can hear them singing in the night
they wander streets and stars


Christina Chin and Alan Peat

in the lap

lap lapping
of each wave
grandma’s
riddles

the cabinet
of Dr. Caligari --
who could predict
this chamber
of baboons?

cycling
past
past the cemetery
past my family
past their passing

morning moon
morning sun
stale cigarettes and
the sweet taste of love
driving home

each speaks
in tongues
twisting and turning
they mojibake
reason


Maurice Nevile

You Are Here

I’m just guessing...
runestone text

windy wetland
a wave of reeds
shushes us

labyrinth walk
finding the centre
myself


Peter Jastermsky

Ponds


es-tu-ary

finding
the paper boat
biodegradable

sounding it out

so quiet
you hear
the ants chew

for pleasure

beneath the lids
every sunset
fading


Bottom of the Ninth

lost boy summer

raking the field
none of the footprints
are his

a baseball bat

home run swing
a Louisville slugger
to the head

becomes kindling

flicking the match
he steps into
an inferno


Turning It Over

change of seasons

so many layers
a last calendar
flung to the floor

how they held

years apart
their letters lost
to new lives

the first Spring rose

thumbing through chapters
a last petal
for her locket


Xenia Tran

tumbling leaves

he opens a book to write
three wishes

lighting the stove
a salmon follows the stars
on the river


Oscar Luparia

BRIEF ENCOUNTERS


shiny collar –
along the paddy field
just me and a water snake (°)

natural park
a whistle and a click
the marmot and I

more agile than me
on the mountain path
crickets for company


(°)
In Europe, the water snake or grass snake is sometimes called “ringed snake”. In Italy we also call this harmless colubrid “biscia dal collare”, because of its characteristic collar (dark brown to black and bordered on one edge with white), while the “ring-necked snake” (that lives in the U.S.) has different colors and is lightly venomous.


Christine L Villa & Cynthia Anderson

morning dew



early riser
scattered clouds
scatter the light


how my worries dissolve

alone time
dipping my brush
with water

into this moment

wind bends the pine
these longer days
without you



Hifsa Ashraf & Christina L Villa

Peruvian lily

no longer tracing
my name on his chest
unscented night

all those scars

getting deeper
into the moonlight
my heartache

I take for granted

lavender tea
after the last sip


I whisper goodbye




Christine L. Villa & Al Peat



Long Summer Night

windows wide
biting frost hard
to imagine


an old man nibbling

a faraway gaze
his LP record
on repeat

a toothpick

unfinished meal
another shot
of whiskey



Christine L. Villa & Jayashree Maniyil

What Lies Ahead




moonlight

tracing our scars
the length
of our nights

sharing a teapot

distant howls
still waiting for that
phone call

and the silence

darkness . . .
black spiders crawl


into my dreams



Carole MacRury & Christine L. Villa

Written in Sand



head in the clouds

coastal air
my thoughts roll
with the waves

like the day moon

this waiting
as the poetry inside me
lights up the dark

here, yet not there

streaks of foam
cling to the reef


what's left unsaid



Christina Chin & Alan Peat

(radical juxtapositions)


(radical juxtaposition)

eclipsing
last night’s pasta
the Rose Moon
cheesecake
moonflowers


archery season
deer in the woods

looking for Cupid -
i left the hunt
so long ago


everyday
suicide bomber
stay home
rising death toll
T-shirts


Roberta Beach Jacobson

demossing
its north-facing slope
thatched roof

escaping the pie blackbirds

picking the blooms
I realize the flowers
are me


Samantha Sirimanne Hyde & Marilyn Humbert

Outback Skies


Samantha Sirimanne Hyde & Marilyn Humbert

white glow
of a false dawn
I sit on a step
reflecting on all the paths
that I could’ve taken


sunlight
on the wall mirror
blinds my eyes
scrambles the words
in your last email

on the lake
the silhouette of a bird
crosses over
this feeling of gratitude
for everything in my life


a willow’s
weeping branches
kiss the ripples …
so gentle the brush
his fingers on my face

outback skies
we sit on a tree log
amid cicada song
beyond the horizon
glints of a shooting star



Sherry Grant, Zoe Grant, Ron C Moss, Garry Gay, Richa Sharma, Nikolay Grankin and Sandi Pray

3- person rengay

Sapphire Moon


a 3-person rengay

by Zoe Grant (NZ), Sherry Grant (NZ) and Ron C. Moss (Australia) (Op.2465)

2021-09-10





rainbow ice cream

a unicorn sneaks

into my kitchen (zg)



hide and seek

firebird turns into ash (sg)



tiny moss-froglets

with angel dust

for eyes (rm)



playing

paper scissors rock

pirate piranhas (sg)



a baby devil

in Tasmania (zg)



sapphire moon

a kiwi bird named skip

learns to fly (rm)





藍寶石月亮

三人連軌詩

作者:陳紫瑄(紐西蘭)+ 火の鳥(紐西蘭)+ 火苔(澳洲)

中文翻譯:火の鳥



彩虹冰淇淋

有隻獨角獸偷偷

闖進我家廚房 (陳)



捉迷藏

鳳凰化為灰燼 (鳥)



小小苔蘚蛙

如天使塵灰

的雙眼 (苔)



海盜食人魚

玩剪刀石頭布

的遊戲 (鳥)



塔斯馬尼亞

惡魔之子 (陳)



藍寶石月亮

「跳躍」奇異鳥

學習飛行 (苔)





Between the Petals

a 3-person rengay

by Garry Gay (USA) + Zoe Grant (NZ) + Sherry Grant (NZ) (Op.2489)

2021-09-18



sticky monkey flower

a checker-spot butterfly

colors the wind (gg)



snapdragons

everywhere (zg)



right on time

for a hot Christmas

pohutukawa (sg)



fairy lanterns

brighten the mountain path (gg)



dripping honey

under the sun ☀️

kōwhai blossoms (zg)



parrots fight among

kakabeak flowers (sg)





花瓣之間

三人連軌詩

作者:蓋瑞·貴(美國)+ 陳紫瑄(紐西蘭)+ 火の鳥(紐西蘭)

中文翻譯:火の鳥



黏猴花間

格紋蛺蝶

替微風上色 (蓋)



遍地開滿

龍頭花 (陳)



紐西蘭鐵心木

正好趕上炙熱的

聖誕節 (火)



仙女燈籠

照亮山間小道 (蓋)



科槐花

金色陽光下

溢出的蜂蜜 (陳)



鸚鵡在鸚喙

花叢中搏鬥 (火)





School Days

a 3-person rengay

by Richa Sharma (India) + Zoe Grant (NZ) + Sherry Grant (NZ) (Op.2469)

2021-09-12





lunch hour

wiping my apple

with a handkerchief (rs)



late dinner

past midnight (zg)



incoming storm

the train lets out

a whistle (sg)



sunlit dawn

soundless rain makes

a rainbow (rs)



an eagle cuts

through the sky (sg)



school bully

all the bruises on

my banana (zg)



學生時代

三人連軌詩

作者:莉茶·莎瑪(印度)+陳紫瑄(紐西蘭)+火の鳥(紐西蘭)





午餐時間

我用一方手帕

擦拭蘋果 (莉)



三更半夜

才吃晚餐 (陳)



暴風雨來襲

火車傳出

汽笛聲 (火)



黎明時分

寂靜的雨畫出

一道彩虹 (莉)



一隻老鷹

劃過天際 (火)



校園惡霸

香蕉上的


各種瘀傷 (陳)





Pumpkin Smiles

a 3-person rengay

by Nikolay Grankin (Russia) + Sherry Grant (NZ) + Zoe Grant (NZ)(Op.2507)

2021-09-24



homecoming

the road dotted

with fallen leaves (ng)



upside down

pumpkin smiles (sg)



puppy sniffs

at a passing snail -

squirrel! (zg)



early morning

a sparrow on a swing (ng)



first dew

her pet turtle sticks

out a tongue (sg)



the giant spider

with party hat on (zg)



南瓜的笑臉

三人連軌詩

作者:尼可雷·葛蘭慶(俄國)+ 火の鳥(紐西蘭)+ 陳紫瑄(紐西蘭)

中文翻譯:火の鳥



歸途上

稀稀疏疏

的落葉 (尼)



南瓜上下顛倒

的笑臉 (火)



小狗嗅了嗅

過路的蝸牛 --

松鼠竄過! (陳)



初曉

鞦韆上的麻雀 (尼)



她的寵物烏龜

伸出舌頭舔舔

清晨的露珠 (火)



超大蜘蛛戴著


一頂派對帽子 (陳)





Twilight

a 3-person rengay

by Sandi Pray (USA) + Zoe Grant (NZ) + Sherry Grant (NZ) (Op.2519)

2021-09-27



first cool day

a park bench full

of acorn shells (sp)


passing dog slips

​on a banana peel (zg)



half empty

baby swallow’s

last visit home (sg)



beyond the trees

the real world sounds

a distant bridge (sp)


fog horn at twilight

he declares his love (sg)


a dragon

swoops down

fairytale dream (zg)



曙光

三人連軌詩

作者:珊蒂·普雷(美國)+ 陳紫瑄(紐西蘭)+ 火の鳥(紐西蘭)

中文翻譯:火の鳥



初秋

公園長椅上

掉滿了橡子殼 (珊)



路過的一條狗

踩到香蕉皮滑倒 (陳)



半空的巢

燕子寶寶

最後一次返家 (火)



樹林後的

真實世界聲響

遙遠得像座橋 (珊)



曙光下霧角響起

他表達愛意 (火)



童話夢境裡

有隻飛龍

俯衝直下 (陳)


Bryan Rickert

prairie winds

wheat where there was once
the sea

morning chill
steam escapes
the biscuit halves

pulling weeds
the robin
pulling worms

first spring day
the well pump coughing up
mud

a gurgle
from deep in the drain
hunger moon​


Samo Kreutz



fallen leaves
resting on them
a haiku

main square
lonely among the crowd
a beggar's plea

pale rainbow
their first words
after a quarrel

without the scarf
wearing just a boy's song
the snowman

seeking sun
not so bright anymore
an old man's eyes


Milan Rajkumar

abandoned harbour . . .

creepers whispering
of long gone days

evening sake . . .
the red maple leaves
glow again

the hill woods . . .
a portal to ancestors'
origin

jasmine petals . . .
from the worn-out photo
a gust of memories

border crossing . . .
on starved donkeys' back
puppets on chains


Jenny Fraser

first light

in the bottlebrush
a spray of sparrows

running
down a grassy hill
as fast as I can...
I wouldn't do that
without a child she says

post-op--
in a burst of sunlight
a wavering monarch

an old glass jar
of preserved limes
falls . . .
picking up the bounce
face of the barista

holding onto courage
a full tide
rock scramble


Mike Gallagher

a direct question

the teacup handle gripped
more closely

a visitor
turning up unannounced
at death's door

neatly formed
letters in a foreign tongue
saying enough

grasping the clock
not wanting to let go
of his dream

my dream
to wake up to
my dream


Joy McCall

I hang a bell in the thorn tree

a rough grey hagstone in the oak
a dark bat swoops over my head
the moon is almost full

the smell of sage leaves burning
fills my room; the thin smoke rises
i pray it, carry these sorrows
away from my tired heart


Joy McCall & Tom Clausen

I am

no longer myself
I grow dark
in the shadow of grief

and loss and change

this search for peace
a place, a position
without pain...
her voice singing out
a hymn in the wind



there's a light
coming over the hill
and the sound
of voices singing

an old, old song

the shaded towpath
where the mules trod
turning back time...
'fifteen miles
on the Erie Canal'


Steve Wilkinson



the fading echo
of gunshot-
moonless night

grey dirty streets
and dark shadows-
a cat arches its back

red lights
in the distance-
a chill wind

a few coins
in his cup-
now the rain

orange street glow
another girl
takes to the streets

city dawn-
blood stains on the street
slowly appear

quiet street-
two pairs of footsteps
at midnight



Tanshi Art      click on each image for a larger view

Pamela A Babusci
Pamela A Babusci & photo by  Elisa Theriana
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Michael Hough & Christina Chin
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 Christina Chin with artwork by Randall Vemer.
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Randall Vemer is a violist, artist and photographer who will be holding a MusArt exhibition at ArtReach Gallery, Portland,Oregon, USA in January 2022
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Christine Chin & Alan Peat
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