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Bones - journal for contemporary haikuno. 14

November 15th 2017

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pelican my son demands goldfish

Agnes Eva Savich

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Alan Summers

pussy willow the phial of expired wishes

empirical owlsthe doors made into sand

one-eyed giants a child calls it

night traina window screamsout of an owl

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Wattle & Daub

first homethe old pear treegives a leg up

Mortar & Pestle

second childhoodall the pencil marksleave their walls

Cladding

busted moona little boy stuck upstairs

Concrete

next childhoodthe family homegains a flaw

Pine

attic motesthe wasps caughtin window nets

Intimations

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Atticus

attic timethe boy gainsa superhero

Glass

super 8the rattleof family

Curtain call

last hurrahghosts under lockturn their keys

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Alegria Imperial

tongue tussle head winds miss the bullseye

on his black cassockhe sweeps off ashesfrom my hand

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a clay jar ofbubble heads tipped picture of black holes

raccoon and priest and moon referee

born ofa humble bee

overheardsuns hissing

snaggedin a smeuse caught in a torpor

reading the lives of (s)a(i)nts

missing a third line (a series)

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Alexander B. Joy

h0rr0r

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Amy Cygan

wings partitioned against your angel: Dead Hummingbird

Van Gogh pretending same sunflower painted

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Andrew Punk

drunk-I throw upthe Trojan War

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Aparna Pathak

mole static on tongue loops

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Ashish Narain

suddenly she becomes a white lily and soggy mud

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Beate Conrad

white noise the three part drama of a detergent ad

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Bill Cooper

twilight bomb a room of plum-stained pallets

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Brendan Slater

small red flag shaped by the wind the unknown song of an unknown bird

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Cherie Hunter Day

brackish waterI become tidal weeping and forgetful

winter ideal the night more porous

sutraalone in the cagewith an immortal

star dust to scar the integument

white camellias      the snarl cut, the click bone up for ransom

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winter wren often in these lamps of bone  every good echo written like a river  our fingertips known as tributaries  salt lines the welcome chamber  crows uploading miscellany to the brave new void  bird letters signed with smoke and ash

Bird Letters

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Connor McDonald

web strings / damp light

to Satie / Sarabande no. 1 bugs loll in evening’s loss

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Dan Schwerin

men my age jump ship in a bottle

manthicket or face the damage to your branches

the branch they have will not break the tree frogs’ song

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David Boyer

the game where we break each others fingers in spring

Arthur C. Clarke after six thousand years cicada

those selves abandoned walk the dry shores of Mars

half autumn color. Come take my hand in the ghost land and

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Elmedin Kadric

the little mist I understand is red

ladder rungs

saysRose

you. after. tunneling. awake

still shooting the breeze life buoys on ice

news of snowdropsas his prison cell fillswith directional light

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Engin Gulez

who’d hug me ebb tide

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Ernest Wit

deliveryon a winter nightyour steaming calf

through the cracksin the veneerraw flesh

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Gabriel Bates

detaching from all this floater in my eye

daydreaming home like no place is there

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Hansha Teki

spring forecasti reverse engineermy ancestry

burning bridges with a flare of wordsin fits of ineffability

spring returni try to live up tomy obituary

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her myrrhembalms for nowthe murmur

humoursin healthy balancehear the word

her need(indeed only one)she pours over the word

one death endswith a word anointedfor its tomb

the word ‘poor’ alwaysand the word to be no moreamong us

a word dies because it does not dieon her lips

emptiedof itselfthe skin of words

sleep in-turning death’s portal

a disintergrative dearth

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Johnny Baranski

just below Orion’s Belt missile envy

smart bomb your fortune cookie inside

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John Levy

making love the phone ringsover whereeverything is other

branches of this tree unpeopling above the sidewalk

we’re oldI tellthe grass blade

inside the cocoon no behavior yet

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Joseph Aversano

the night through woods baying

duck feather edge dipped lake

solar flare hairs of a bee

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Katelyn Thomas

Crucified, he walks two dogs.

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Keith Polette

that sound again . . . fish scraping the river

jaw to jaw stray dogs of Chernobyl

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Ken Sawitri

canned spell looking out of the window i corkscrew the sun

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LeRoy Gorman

fallgraveyardsale

snowdinthewaypoetryreadsonTV

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Lew Watts

his secret closet unbecoming a man

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Linda McCarthy Schick

its the oddments - oblique comments loose change

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moon scent  her dead  vibrator

insomnia drones in midspace radar

alien to alien the mosquitoes talk in mixed wave lengths

star crusts on dew thistles big bang

prolonged night  her nippled eclipses

Sleep   between     AwakeMalintha Perera

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Mark Gilbert

the sound of rushing water in his skull the usual routine

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Mark E. Brager

swimming upstream the Jesus fish

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Mark Hurtubise

gnat wind misplaced comma

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Matthew Markworth

paint, lots of paint seams to break everything from the water

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Matthew Moffett

bridge ices before road sign icy before the end of time

spring dawn of the city men have come to amputate trees

bare hands numb under winter stars they’re made of

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Mike S.M. Kozubek

with no whit of wind we

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Nate Pritts

     the people I amon the inside      don’t listen     to me anymore

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Patrick Sweeney

inland fog death of the movie star I pretended to be

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Peter Newton

a seed packet called “Quietude”

one stop on her one way to think of it

invisibly growing into my ghost know-how

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Philip Rowland

colours of planets you declined to use

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stroked uprightwith invisible handswe dream

looking for truthdiscarded theoriespainted caves

so much to burnchoking on fur in our foreign blue flesh

a mouth without lipsthe wind scrubs the airthe smallest colour

Mouth Without Lips found in Anne Michaels

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Robert Moyer

never the same stream your mouth twice

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Roland Packer

there is a bomb in Gilead

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Susan Diridoni

strontium-90-free Korea’s Buddhist influence

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either/ori relapse intoa coda

Shloka Shankar

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Veerangana

Muslim Death... I wrap the Afghan moon in my headscarf

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William Ramsey

mudslide who is firmly grounded

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Bones 14, November 15th 2017

Graphic works by: J. S. H. Bjerg

Editors:

Aditya BahlMelissa AllenJohannes S. H. Bjerg

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