A selection from the 2000 issues of paper wasp

winter
shuttered windows
dispensing light

water's edge
the air moves
in a swarm

in the valley
evening mist rises
backlit

travel at night
heavy rain on the car roof
heavier

mile after mile
the desolate landscape
of road works

Janice M Bostok

the dawning of this year
has lasted all day
with ads breaks

this year's first light
beside me
your eyes open

bullfrog calling
through the storm you beside me
saying my name

Ross Clark

December
my dog walks me
into the New Millennium

in a room
of straight lines
the curve of her hips

the southern cross
circling over my head
a fruit bat

spring downpour
under an archway
he proposes

Carla Sari

after a rainy day
the easter full moon
pushes aside the clouds


Cornelis Vleeskens

old country church stones
local life histories
moss eaten

taking out the trash
shooting star? firefly?
I make a wish anyway

Jean Rasey

streak
on the windshield
of a copper moth's wing

Jim Kacian

off to a funeral...
Autumn leaf drifts
within the car

Bernard Gadd

up there
unmoving
hospital elevator

sweeping fallen leaves
from behind of my back
a gust of wind

Isamu Hashimoto

high noon
our scaled down shadows
merge

another glass of wine
twilight carrying
the world away

moon shafts
our bed into
his & hers

valentine's day rose
petal by petal
dying

country auction-
gramophone needle stuck
... never never never

katherine samuelowicz

spring rain ~
each empty swing hangs
above its puddle

feverish night ~
the wind finds shape
in my curtain

John Bird

the child
spinning
with his top

Giovanni Malito

his remarriage -
still I sleep
on "my side"

Joanna Preston

Morning mist
turning leaves
apples crisp

Estelle Randall

July morning
again at the blinds
the wasp's shadow

Barry George

In between rains
the smell of the garden
decomposing

Shifting though years
of old photos to this:
such innocent smiles

Diana Levy

editing his web site
he forgets to
fetch his son from school

Geoff Foster

sudden gust
followed by
the smell of mint

warm spring evening
waiting by my door
first mosquito

F. Matthew Blaine

wet leaves reflected
on the cafe window
youtearsmytears

Joan Davis

summer wine
in my hand and the curve
of her throat

no rain...
ah but the scent
of jasmine

john knight

empty beach
walk on and on
into wind rush

Mark Power

cloister requiem -
moon shadows deep in the scent
of daphne flowers

H F Noyes

headlight glare
on green frog emerging
from the letter box

Margaret Manson

end of the street
the sun
runs out of windows

my white chest
a beacon
to the beach

Tony Beyer

fading light ~
a kneeling ski paddler
strokes the river

Alma E Bird

cat walks to winter sunlight
returns to my lap

Ron Heard

patched iron and
stained concrete decay
in unison

Rita Summers

August cinema
a stray bird flutters
across the credits

on the dining table
a tiny china whale
chopsticks on its back

sun out
the cricket umpire
collects sweaters

Steve Dolphy

clay urn
filled with stones
and a sparrow's egg

Patricia Prime

incoming tide
the wet rocks splashed
with light

Lyn Reeves

two rocks
one for each parent -
dust on her hands

wet sand...
a seagull anchored to
its reflection

pulling the crest
of the wave with him
the surfie

reflected in the dentist's glasses
my startled eyes

Catherine Mair

city slum
wall to wall children
nowhere to run

new glasses
still can't see
the writing on the wall

Sue Wilson

wind lashed porch
the lantern swings out
at so many shadows

Angelee Deodhar

feeding before sun-up
vague black shapes
rainbow lorikeets

Gordon Dickens

eyes half-closed
she caresses the curves
of the bentwood chair

Gloria B Yates

forest fire season
a lone coyote follows
a buffalo herd

Richard Stevenson

stop light -
a moon rests briefly
on a green car

power walker
pigeons scatter
and regroup

new house -
the wind's howl
just the same

Sue Mill

in my back pocket
snips of plants
gone dry

Jeanette Stace

sudden shower
morning star
washed out

sun up -
mist floats around trees
my breath adds more

lunch on river bank
no need for words
water sounds

joy hutton

it is raining
from a white cloud
at the bottom of the river

Nicola Nilic