{"id":7592,"date":"2020-12-29T22:34:53","date_gmt":"2020-12-29T22:34:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?page_id=7592"},"modified":"2021-11-14T14:11:40","modified_gmt":"2021-11-14T14:11:40","slug":"haiku-corner-issue-eight","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?page_id=7592","title":{"rendered":"HAIKU CORNER, Issue Eight"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<div id=\"attachment_11359\" style=\"width: 723px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-11359\" class=\" wp-image-11359\" src=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/art-nn-crowatwaterbasin04-copy.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"713\" height=\"519\" srcset=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/art-nn-crowatwaterbasin04-copy.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/art-nn-crowatwaterbasin04-copy-300x218.jpg 300w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/art-nn-crowatwaterbasin04-copy-768x559.jpg 768w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/art-nn-crowatwaterbasin04-copy-720x524.jpg 720w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/art-nn-crowatwaterbasin04-copy-50x35.jpg 50w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 713px) 100vw, 713px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-11359\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Crow at Water Basin by Nakamura<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>leaning down to drink<br \/>\nyoung crow tries in vain<br \/>\nto steal his own shiny eye<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nSteve Brammell currently lives in Indianapolis and works in the wine business. His poems have been published in <em>The RavensPerch Magazine, Alabama Magazine, Northwest Indiana Literary Journal, Birmingham Magazine,Tiny Seed Literary Journal<\/em>, and the <em>White Wall Review<\/em>, as well as a forthcoming poems in <em>Flying Island Journal<\/em> and <em>The Write Launch<\/em>.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>January<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nAlready the sun<br \/>\nhangs on a little longer,<br \/>\nyolk caught in the white<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Bardo<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nWalking late again:<br \/>\nnew moon over the grave site,<br \/>\nstone to stone to pen<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe light slipping between<br \/>\nthe tree limbs while you sleep<br \/>\nis eight minutes younger than the sun.<br \/>\nWho do your lips belong to now?<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nMary&nbsp;Herrington-Perry<strong>&#8216;s&nbsp;<\/strong>work has appeared in <em>The Florida Review<\/em> and the <em>Year\u2019s Best Fantasy,<\/em> among other publications, and a collection of my poems is forthcoming from <em>The Heartland Review Press.<\/em> She is also a master naturalist who raises bees, organic fruits and vegetables, and native forbs and grasses on the Perry Farm.<\/p>\n<div class=\"_3mJWdgNPBNAMwJoIgwfGDe\" tabindex=\"0\" role=\"figure\">\n<div class=\"-WGYiAVLo5dLgYPzEqRKT\" data-notranslate=\"true\">\n<div class=\"page\" data-page-number=\"1\" data-loaded=\"true\">\n<div class=\"textLayer\">\n<div>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Adirondacks<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nTectonic mountains<br \/>\nRidgeline scribbled at spring dusk<br \/>\nWe laugh orange and blue<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nGreen tea smoke rises<br \/>\nTo a butter-moon summer<br \/>\nLove\u2019s last vestiges<\/p>\n<div class=\"endOfContent\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nCaleb Morehouse is a poet and writer from Burlington, Vermont. He is a sophomore at Clark University. Caleb has been published in Poets\u2019 Choice \u201cTanka and Kenning,\u201d as well as their book \u201cIt is Epic.\u201d Caleb often finds his style morphing to better fit his circumstances; these particular poems were written during a time of recovery from a mental health crisis. Having emerged from said crisis, Caleb wants the reader to know that they are loved no matter who they are.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Feathers for Hong Kong<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Galaxy<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThis is where we live:<br \/>\nIn the black-holed-orange-hue<br \/>\nLike iridescence<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Astronomic<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSlumber sovereignty<br \/>\nAnd make your patterns humane<br \/>\nA poison sumac<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Trivium<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe fear of color<br \/>\nIs heavy and snow-covered<br \/>\nCulture by zip code<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Knurl<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nLush like broken bones<br \/>\nInterior monologue:<br \/>\nNo one is native<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Genetic<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nPerforate the dawn<br \/>\nAnd send my warmest regards<br \/>\nA recessive trait<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Downpour<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nAnd rain falls heavy<br \/>\nBits of blue, opalescent<br \/>\nA latchkey expanse<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Lien<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSear the horizon<br \/>\nAnd silently sift the ash<br \/>\nVisceral, cogent<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Fisticuffs<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nHangnail and sand storm<br \/>\nA prescript: methylene blue<br \/>\nLife in fisticuffs<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Tim Russow earned a B.A. in English from Boise State University. His poetry was published in the BSU English Department\u2019s online newsletter <em>Wit\u2019s End, The Cabin Literary Center\u2019s \u201cWriters in the Attic: Nerve&#8221;<\/em> 2014 book release, the online journal <em>Military Experience and the Arts: Blue Streak, A Journal of Military Poetry,<\/em> Vol. 2 and As You Were Vol. 10.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"textLayer\">\n<div><strong>Homeless Woman<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>Pushing a full cart,<br \/>\nHer possessions were basic.<br \/>\nThe rain washed her face.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>Millie Sparks is a former librarian who has had her fiction published three times in local journals to Eastern North Carolina: <em>The Reedy Branch Review<\/em> (a publication put out by members of the English Department at Pitt Community College), <em>The Rebel<\/em> ( a student publication at East Carolina University) and a Christmas anthology put out by The Pamlico Writers Group of Washington, NC.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\ngreen house snakeskin<br \/>\nshingle &amp; thatch<br \/>\nso hard to get in\u2014<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>my morning coffee<br \/>\nI sketch the eyes of god<br \/>\nthrough empty cups<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nthis itch to slither<br \/>\npith of stars,<br \/>\nslung like a sling-<br \/>\nshot from the cosmos<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nPamela Gemme is a poet, political activist, and and the art editor of the forthcoming Essential Voices Anthology Borderless Books WVU. She lives in Boston Massachusetts. Recent or forthcoming publications include <em>The American Journal of Poetry, Haiku Journal, The Chicago Quarterly Review, Heliotrope Anthology, J Journal, Eclipse Literary Journal, The Ghazal Page<\/em> and many others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>leaning down to drink young crow tries in vain to steal his own shiny eye &nbsp; Steve Brammell currently lives in Indianapolis and works in the wine business. 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