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