A selection from the 2005 issues of paper wasp
night drive
stars framed by
moonroofafter the funeral
she retouches her makeup
in the rear-view mirrormarking all night
then steaming tea
& fog in the valleytattooed nudist all his stories on show
Vietnam vet sleeps under yesterday’s news
taking the photograph she smiles too
down syndrome
her balloon smile
never deflatingby the tractor shed
three brolgas
line-dancingRoss Clark
bird song
my dog’s nose twitches
dreaming onfading…
missing child poster
days fade into week weeks into …Martina Taeker
island paradise
seaweed too
white with old agegrim face waitress
working overtime to ruin
holidaysJacqui Murray
night bugs shine —
and look how many stars
came to swim hereCezanne’s pears —
So lifelike
I feel paintedH. F. Noyes
westerlies and your kisses
… I put balm
on my lipswinter cemetery
no footprints around
this gravecold evening
my hands
warming each otherwinter car park
graffiti swear
from windscreenstwilight
under NO STANDING sign
two girls kisssudden breeze wrinkled stars in the puddle
winter bruised skies the words I don’t say
storm crinkling sound of a power line
getting dark
still visible
your shadow next to minekatherine samuelowicz
old stones
new moss
feels like raincool breeze
earth shivers
through tall grassJill Dybka
tourist strip —
amongst the plastic
an offering for the godsspring heat
another thought
evaporatesat sunset
two cats in love
the old dog moanssunrise
splitting the flash
of the mangolove letter
so humid
the page curlsGraham Nunn
words my finger left running on the shower screen
these rains sparkling the golf course with mushrooms
candles licking the darkness in your room
and into my glass
an aspirin clouds
over the moonon her knees before Buddha getting the best shot
Karen Dooley
sunlit water
shadows of mangrove trunks
push against the tidenearly summer
the advent of flies
and jacarandabeverley george
emptiness
the space that creates the pathwalking meditation —
an ant
joins usKamakura rain …
the great Buddha listing
to each dropflipping through
the Thrift Shop coat rack —
October chillcold Aegean sun
the temple
half stone half shadowStanford M. Forrester
my mother’s birthday
the sky closes in
not a breath of airEsther Theiler
empty cinema
a sweet wrapper
untwistsground shadow
a hawk checks our part
of its territorywet down
cars on the stalks
float on the roadmosquito song
so much louder
in the darkreaching the shore
the best poems
never written downTony Beyer
deep in conversation
we miss the turn-off
twicebirthday cake
beaten to the candles
by the august windtour-de-france season
more lycra
on brisbane bikewaysRon Heard
spring wind
one ear-ring trembles
at my necksummer afternoon
a slant of ligh
mirrors the lightAndrea Sherwood
snowy picks
on my windowsill
the glow of persimmonsheatwave
beyond sleep beyond memory
cricketsCarla Sari
summer rain —
weeds wrap around
the rusting lawnmowerafternoon funeral
the curls in my hair fall
with the temperaturewinter homecoming —
the smell of ginger bread
in our ovenchurch bells
heavy snow muffles
the soundmud slide
last week’s hike
still on her shoesdarkness —
between snores
the moonMarie Summers
where you did not sleep
incense and memories
hang in the airYnes Sanz
moth
I’ll turn the lamp
down lowRobert A. Spice
retirement home
winter rain fills the window
dot by dotsteady rain —
the park puddle connects
the ibis to meAlma E. Bird
stepping delicately
on the high wire
three acrobatic pigeonsfamily get-together
a small boy
wipes away kissesat the funeral
the friends who don’t go to church
don’t singsolitary backpacker
turns the postcard rack —
wish you were hereMarina Scott
lying in the meadow
the summer sun
through a dandelionglacial melt
fills the pot —
sorrel-leaf saladfrom out
of autumn fog
a man’s shadowinto the stillness
of midnight snow —
the repeating barkflying
over the handlebars
the moon and ICarrieAnn Thunell
semen
then
tearsplayground
only
silenceMcMurtagh
final divorce papers…
much too lonely
even to grievebefore
learning its name …
hummingbird mothGeorge G. Dorsty
sexy bra
the pattern of lace
the pattern of skinturning fifty
still the lake laps
at the same rocksstill summer evening
cigar smoke hangs
in the humiditysitting on the lawn
setting my beer
in my own shadowthe singer’s mini-skirt
closing my eyes
to hear the bandblack night, black bears —
in the tent she decides
she doesn’t have to peeMichael Ketchek
ferry terminal
no one notices
a flight of cormorantsdemented cries
at the edge of thunder
storm birdsrailway siding
adorned with gladioli
garden escapeesMargaret Manson
rice field smoke
drifting through a house
never finishedtricycle
following the harvester
home at sunsetfirst warm day
we bring the beer
insidecherry petals
on the sushi
they couldn’t finishScott Metz
spinning laundry
one tear-stained pillowcase
still resistingcanal pleasure boat
the children stare
at floating shopping trolleysJohn Kinroy
air-conditioned bank
scribbling haiku
on deposit slipsone pine
bugle notes fading
into dawnSue Mill
cremated dog —
among the ashes
that missing screwMarch moon —
awakened by honking geese
we both smileDavid Bacharach
so tired
the bus stop bench
feels softsummer’s end
bottom of the pool
dustmaple tree
leaf by leaf
the birdsnest grows smallerstephen a. peters
NO FISHING sign —
at day’s end I erase
the INGJ.D. Heskin
you are away
but the house is warm
with a memoryOwen Bullock
the last barbecue smoke
drifts into the branches
we stay out of the windPatricia Prime
day off —
the cat stretched across
my empty backpackBarry George
overseas call
wrapped up warm
in your heat waveClive Oseman
the old greyhound
still dreams
the rabbit’s swift paceEdward Higgins
mid autumn
between calls of bellbirds
a ringing phoneMyron Lysenko
evening wind
the flicker in the eyes
of a pumpkinsunny summit
the village i come from
in fogalone in front of the backdoor full moon
mass for the dead
so many voices
singing wrongshe & buddha smiling after sex
heat wave
explaining my life
to a strangermorning moon
her lip’s taste
still on mineDietmar Tauchner
Found penny —
on my birthday year
a patina of rustScratched heart
in the beach sand, only
the names changeWilliam Scott Galasso
she must be desperate
following me home
full moon2 year old
the sun
through his earsharvest moon
behind the microwave
wishboneswaiting
for spring rain to stop
I clean the showerautumn
a black-clad wind surfer
glides across the bayPeter Macrow
train platform
our glasses touch
before our lipssea’s edge
each receding wave
digs me deepera sudden gust
the dying rimu’s needles
fill the airnursing home concert
her knitting needles
click in timewinter chill
carrying my old dog
up the stepsVanessa Proctor
August evening
watching the street
being watched by the streetas each child hops aboard
the houseboat
a little lower in the waterSteve Dolphy
Outside the temple
it’s still America:
wide streets, big carsNew York winter —
in a stray kitten
darkness spills overJack Galmitz
morning greeting
her kitchen
faces eastrainy night
the beating of
our heartsthe setting sun
finds each crease in his face
ploughing doneGreg Piko
in the winter dawn
your breath
warming my facea spark of desire
in the op-shop
my old writing deskjust before take off
we fasten our seatbelts
tell me you love meMichael de Valle
decision time:
diet
or next size upAndrew Detheridge
this year
we place a wreath
on your namecobwebs
in the living room
my frail motherJoyce Austin Gilbert
rainy day —
my daughter turns down
her heavy metalRichard Stevenson
separated
we split
the kidscountry town
everyone
wavesworking from home poetry break
carols by candlelight
practising
all daywife away
bed full
with kidstim bravenboer
clear spring sky
shines in puddles of
last night’s rainchime goes for class
I envy the woman
sweeping bright leavesJan O’Loughlin
equinox —
the year balance
on midday’s shadowdistant thunder
the youth snaps off
a car aerialempty house
their pencilled heights
on the door jambAustralia night
belly dancers perform
at the curry nightcamping~
inside the tent
she irons her dressher scar
the baby feeds
from one breastNathalie Buckland
instead of waking
to you the dog’s
cold noseflying …
butterfly on
butterflyin the wind
between my thoughts
the kiteJason Stanford Brown
ninety-nine haiku!
then the white iris
bloomssleepless night —
the silence between flashes
of heat lightninghard rain —
an old penny winks
from the claylook, the first
sasanqua camellia!
the cat’s pink yawnflooded road
a soft drink bottle
turns leftLorin Ford
midnight lightning —
the loudest crash sets off
the answering machineJulie Thorndyke
reflection
the “happy hour” sign
is sdrawkcabWilliam S. Simms
our cat
asleep
on cat haikutails in a row
ducklings
burry their headsFran Masat
wreaths
bloom
on roadside signsrose petals
stain her bridal gown
blood readin my mother’s orchard
oranges
quilt the grounddoll’s house
furnished with
my childhood dreamsPhilip Schofield
death bed
a warm hollow
left by the catwhy is
the woman in the mirror
older than meMary Hind
boyhood
a rusty wagon
fills with sunshinewind poppies
she blows herself
a kissold stamping grounds
the river still follows
its pathsilence …
a pine cone
points the wayAndrew Riutta
firm handshake
the old wound
achesthe garden hose —
last summer’s water
gurgles outseaside nature trail —
your car vandalizedRuth Holzer
in the old garden
descendants of lilies bloom
year after yearlistening to music —
power cut
bird calls take oversplit second
the image remains
for everBetsy White
derelict shed
moth remains dangle
in the dead spider’s webRob Scott
walking from the plane
lightning speaks
“dumelang”**Setswana plural greeting
arriving in darkness
the motel greets us with barbed wire
and dogsDuncan Richardson
After the bushfire
A shrivelled red apple
Still warmAutumn moon
The sax player serenading
Empty chairsJenny Barnard
Sparrows couple
on the withered creeper —
peep of dayThe lone poet watching his interview— two minutes fame
R K Singh
traces of summer
in the scarecrow’s
final bowlate autumn —
a laborer courting
darknesscow swatting stars
under a
summer moonRobert D. Wilson
misty morning—
clouds and mountains
mixed upcamphor laurel —
its scent jumps out
of the fireovergrown corner —
snake and gardener
lift their headsfresh grave
the school bully
underfootQuendryth Young
snowstorm
pine needles
bow downdawn
the all-night diner
closedTony A. Thompson
one faded leaf
hangs on the poplar
I read your last letter—Dawn Bruce
ten years later
the coveted scarf
wraps the scarecrow’s neckoutside my window
leaves fall
the hills come backCarol Bradburn
Cold wind—
my new haircut
too shortHoliday alone
the skin so white
under my wedding ringAutumn walk
the old couple
read the headstonesPaul Hodder
setting out
manure on our boots
that the river will cureAndrew Grossman
caught
but for a second in a spider web
raindropsin the pond
a beetle jumps —
the moonCharishma Ramchandani
berthed
in the harbour
the moondays off!
I see the world
through my toescolin jones
in the early morning ravens transform to silver
Estelle Randal
monsoon —
soapy men beneath
the drainsentry with a gun —
morning glory falls
from metal spikesKathy Earsman