Issue 41 – Linked Verse

Rengay



Old-Time Religion

clinging to faith
an outdoor nativity
in late winter rain

behind the steeple
a guns and ammo sign

guarding baby Jesus 
a metal chicken
with rusted wings

cracked pew
giving up
on the rapture 

two surnames 
in the whole cemetery

wrapped in kudzu
the old rugged cross
leans right

Terri L. French, USA
& Peggy Hale Bilbro, USA



Replacements

dental chair
the drill designer loves
Marathon Man

the faultless grip
of custom pliers

empty sockets . . .
robots perform
eye puff tests

deep learning
all the crevasses
mapped

a chin tuck turns into
rhinoplasty

facial recognition—
everything fades
to white

Richard L. Matta, USA 
& Lorraine A Padden, USA



Travel Insurance

the process
of getting a visa
morning haze

her maiden name
considered an alias

no space on
the multiple choice form
to explain why

still unclear . . .
removing her glasses
for her photo

her different colored eyes
could be a problem

misreading the signs
maybe I am
a robot

Angela Terry, USA
& Julie Schwerin, USA



Tan-Renga



sinking sun
casting dry shadows
across hunger stones

breeze lifts topsoil

single-sheet broadsides


petro c. k., USA
& Jerome Berglund, USA



majestic mood
yours becoming
ours     

whilst the booze

lasts


Jerome Berglund, USA
& Christina Chin, Malaysia



bath time
a paper sailboat crumples
in the tub

mom folds another

piece of junk mail


Christina Chin, Malaysia
& M. R. Defibaugh, USA



long night . . .
her screams restrained 
to the icu bed

the fall and rise

of Hannibal’s tongue


Amoolya Kamalnath, India
& Robert Kingston, UK



autumn noon—
a pelican’s beak full
of the backwaters

among parietal figures

at the Cosquer cave


Amoolya Kamalnath, India
& Robert Kingston, UK



Sequences



Ever Before

between fairy tales—
telling Grandma
what a voice she has

father’s words
the scrape of a butter knife
across burnt toast

old tree house
handing down his dream
to be a pilot

unlocked diary
his i’s all dotted 
with open hearts

Tonka truck
digging out 
her inner child

just past midnight
Cinderella and
her bunions

Edward Cody Huddleston, USA
& Terri L. French, US



late day blues  

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w a i t i n g  r o o m 

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g l o b a l  w a r m i n g  

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f a i t h   m a t t e r s 

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m o b i l e  d a t a  


u c k e t  l i s t 

LeRoy Gorman, Canada 



Middle Ages

a new lease on life vasectomy

draining the swamp my indiscretions

Sex Pistols the needle worn through

tempted a well-placed squeeze

half my age this fine vintage

last button opening the lily

Bryan Rickert, USA
& Peter Jastermsky, USA



Reality Show

Instagram insists 
leggings are pants
the Anthropocene arrives

exploitation
is the new black
Anthropocene constellations

Anthropocene moon
fussing over daycare for her 
goldendoodle

scheduling surgery
for his deviated septum
Anthropocene snow 

Anthropocene spring
a Bud Lite six-pack ring fascinates 
the hawksbill hatchling

finding another doctor
to misdiagnose her hypochondria
the Anthropocene deepens

marketing consultants
discuss different shapes of plastic
Anthropocene blossoms

you can’t burn
books that don’t exist
Anthropocene autumn

Anthropocene trillionaire
little hands get the most 
lithium ore

selling used haute couture
as a side hustle
Anthropocene economics

Icarus just shrugs
and lights a scented candle
Anthropocene sun 

Joshua St. Claire, USA




Split Sequences



From My Navel to the Cosmos

in my mind’s eye

lotus flower

base jumping

into the ether


the cliff-notes version

a constant

act of returning

prayer beads


of reality

grounding

the mountain

inside myself

Shloka Shankar, India
& rs, Middletown, Delaware, USA



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Issue 37 – Rengay

Witching Hour

plastic surgeon––
the neighborhood’s best
carved pumpkin

Dracula’s missing

front tooth

first date
during the horror flic
our embrace

full moon

the werewolf caught

with his fly undone

all trick no treat
the she-devil’s grin

nobody dares

to touch it––

candy corn

Bryan Rickert, USA & Terri French, USA

Ligamental

broken steeple boy . . .
I’ll read the Bible
if it has unicorns

seeking nourishment

a grub from Shrek’s ear

Jupiter jig
his left knee healed
on the way up

reflecting on . . .

personalities

in rainbows

ceramics play
kids fire up the kiln

end of night

candle’s tears

stopped in their tracks

Geoff Pope, USA & Robert Kingston, United Kingdom

Just Desserts

snow capped mountain
my Oreo cookie
McFlurry

our white chocolate soufflé

at Café Jacqueline

devil’s food cake
the conversation
turns sinister

with my cherry blossom

frappuccino

a whipped cream kiss

first time we touch
the scent of cinnamon

dipping my finger

in the chocolate fountain

and into his mouth

Jackie Chou, USA & Kath Abela Wilson, USA

Getting Away

get-away weekend
we each carry
our own baggage

the back stories we polish

for show and tell

airport shuttle
so many stops
that aren’t ours

seeing parts of the city

not in

the tourist brochures

our carefully planned itinerary
lost

finally

having to let go

and move on

Julie Schwerin, USA & Angela Terry, USA

Even in Toronto

small-town girl
dreams of Toronto
even in Toronto

the CN Tower

taller than my soul

afternoon shower
arm in arm on Bay Street
Burberry and St. Laurent

water, water, everywhere . . .

halyards clanging

by Lake Ontario

summer in the city reflected
in the museum’s crystal front

at the Hockey Hall of Fame

my boy keeps asking

to see the Zamboni

Naomi Beth Wakan, Canada & Michael Dylan Welch, USA

Band-Aid

broken finger
little girl misses
her bike

homebuilt trolley races

we take turns at crashing

birthday party
half blown balloon
flies away

wave roll

the kayaker spitting

out sand

ice cream lands
on a bald head

moon launch

the astronaut’s Band-Aid

loses it sticky

Zoe Grant, New Zealand & Ron C. Moss, Australia

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Issue 36 – Haibun, Gembun, Rengay & Sequences

Haibun

Answering Machine

Dad rings to tell us it’s prostate cancer. He’s phlegmatic; says that at his age he’ll most likely die with it than of it. We talk around the subject; he puts mum on. She’s worrying about us worrying so she’s overly upbeat. I tell her that we’ve sorted the passports and we’ll see them soon. We agree it’ll fly by.

The cat is still asleep in its patch of sunlight. Way above, the honey buzzards are still circling. Music still drifts from kitchen to garden. Nothing is different. Everything is different.

winter evening
in the shade of
his second shadow

Alan Peat, United Kingdom

Visiting the Past

Running along the length of Korea are majestic mountains. Covered in lush forests filled with aromatic Hinoki trees, they provide a comforting escape from the rush of city lives. For millennia these mountains have stood as sentinels, calmly watching the flow of time and the journey of humans.

rain forest café
the waiter in a zebra shirt
and leopard pants

Carol Raisfeld, USA

Monochrome

. . . When everyday is like yesterday
in dreary predictability
I seek succour in memories,
drown in nostalgia
savouring every lick, until its
sweetness too evaporates
until I turn to words
for sustenance, each stroke
relished and gourmandised
and hope reigns eternal . . .

stretching the day beyond her means tram stop

Madhuri Pillai, Australia

Gembun

the dregs of nirvana

Thursday rain
he serves me leftovers
on the chipped plate

Kelly Sauvage, USA & Agnes Eva Savich, USA

minutes on the meter

high anxiety
the abyss
of an unfinished poem

Kelly Sauvage, USA & Robert Moyer, USA

Rengay

Two Straws

50’s dance party
getting into
the swing of things

a trombone player

directing the band with his slide

her poodle dog skirt
from the thrift shop––
never been worn

vacancy––

a soda

with two straws

he waits for a slow dance
to ask her

In the Still of the Night

taking the long way

home

Angela Terry, USA & Julie Schwerin, USA

Om Shante Shante

a poker chip
nestled in the stone
Buddha’s palm

free from desire

Tao roulette

disgruntled patron
suing the casino
for bad feng shui

lost among slots

the endless chimes

of ten thousand things

losing streak
bad karma catches up

carpet maze

the way out the door

is within

Terri L. French, USA & Kat Lehmann, USA

Sequences

Land of the Free

electric gate
Your Kind of Community
in glowing white letters

picket fences
a white man shadows
the black teen

thud of footsteps
one bark answers
another

ID check
the black teen’s shadow
slips out of the gate

Chen-ou Liu, Canada

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