by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
The rain is pouring.
It slowly breaks through the roof.
Water drips are proof.
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
The cat, as he hunts,
finds ants, beetles, armyworms,
in the well-swept house.
“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a poet of natural settings and Japanese poetic forms.
by “Wired Clues” Abe
Ants and armyworms,
it was spring’s infestation,
by “Wired Clues” Abe
The baby stretches
in skydiving position,
learning to crawl forth.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a poet using Japanese forms united with technology, who although he appreciates the Gendai movement and New Rising Haiku, very much admires traditional haiku.
by Walibee Scrude
He got a good look at the gorgeous Outback from the sky.
Beyond the bush, he saw its arid area awry.
Its natural environment was, o, so beautiful.
He loved that its land use was scantily industrial.
Like as the barren tundra runs of North America,
or the Sahara rolling over northern Africa,
Australia’s Outback stretches over that great continent,
so gold and brown, a taunting, vaunting spanse and vast extent.
He longed to spend some time in it near Amadeus Lake
in Curtin Springs, that Cattle Station, Lasseter Highway.
Mount Conner in the distance, scrub brush growing all around,
within that rolling earthy flat and amber-coloured ground.
Walibee Scrude is a poet of Australia.
The Zhurong rover now on Mars sent soil data back.
A Copenhagen lab found at that crater’s huge impact,
id est, Utopia Planitia, and it was so,
that there was water 700,000,000 years ago.
A Demiurging Gee
by Sri Wele Cebuda
He woke up at the crack of Dawn; ‘twas time to go to work.
The morning’s beauty spreading out before the eyes…Occur.
He kissed the sky; he was so high; a kite flew overhead.
The soft light glowing over flowers, like a lover’s bed.
He wore his baseball cap on backwards to deflect the Sun,
which was so hot and furious, a nuclear plo-zhún.
How could he keep its raging, flaming heat from burning him?
In meditation’s lotus pose, he hummed his urban OM.
He sought to reach the cosmic flux in lightning energy,
enlightening his being with a demiurging gee.
Sri Wele Cebuda is a poet of meditation. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, “plo-zhún” is an iambic trunc, “demiurging” a trochaic neologism.
A Danish lab discovered it in 1958—
the monkeypox, a virus in the Congo Basin clade.
The recent outbreak, first identitfied in the UK,
has crossed the seas, Australia to the USA, in May.
The UN Agency of AIDS said, though it has hit gays,
it’s not confined to them or any one specific race.
One expert said it spread at two known European raves,
in Antwerp, Belgium, and the other one, Madrid, in Spain.
Another dead man in Ukraine—Volodymyr Losev—
He hit a road mine driving near to Severodonetsk.
He only was a working man with special driving skills,
whom History has relegated to a Russian kill.
One-thousand-plus troops holed up in the Azovstal steel plant
have been evacuated to a prison colony.
by I. E. Sbace Weruld
What is the Hubble constant of the Universe at large?
For thirty years the Hubble telescope’s been mapping stars.
Now scientists have honed in on a value they have checked:
Expansion: seventy-three kílométers in a sec.
Mr. I. E. Sbace Weruld is a poet of Space. Edwin Hubble (1889-1953) was a Modernist American astronomer, who established scientifically the existence of galaxies beyond the Milky Way.
The Boeing CST-100 Starliner spacecraft
docked with the ISS, in captured contact and intact.
by Euclidrew Base
He stood up, like as a Klein bottle’s surface—bendable—
dimensional, intentional, non-orientable,
a shape on which if traveled on could still be followed back
to the original point ánd flipped up-side-down and smack.
It seemed he had no boundary, did not self-intersect,
but disappearing, like a Cheshire cat with smile intact.
A-round topology he was, like Walther Mayer rapt,
a quotient space described as square, relationally apt,
a two-dimensional object, a compact manifold,
against which normal vectors could not be unrolled, or told,
reversing the chirality of anything there touched,
a twisted Möbius strip turned around at hip and clutch.
Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematics. Felix Klein (1849-1925) and Ferdinand Möbius (1790-1868) were German mathematicians. Leopold Vietoris (1891-2002) and Walther Mayer (1887-1948) were Modernist Austrian mathematicians.
by Raúl de Cwesibe
His pigments weren’t unique, his palette rather limited,
he used smalt, lead-tin-yellow, ochres, azurite, lake red.
The early canvases he used were prepped with red-brown grounds,
but from his time in Italy, he would use light-gray grounds,
the change resulting in a greater luminosity,
and colour ranges that were cool and tilted silvery.
He brought a great reserve into the portraits he composed,
direct and understated, with a tenebristic dose,
creating a manera abreviada as he aged
within El Siglo, glowing golden, outcomes he presaged.
Raúl de Cwesibe is a poet of El Siglo de Oro. Diego Velázquez (1599-1660) was a Spanish Baroque painter of the Golden Age in Spain.
Niagara by Frederick Edwin Church
by Basil Drew Eceu
In Niagara by Frederick Edwin Church,
immediately one’s taken in to the great
falls. From a remarkably precarious perch,
one’s seized by the enormity of the landscape.
One sees at once the powerful and driving force
of the water rushing forth to accelerate
downward and over the inevitable course
one anticipates. The green and white waters splash
beneath a blue sky with pink clouds. The water pours.
One knows it roars. One can see it all in a flash
as it hurtles headlong, the vastness of its urge
and its necessary and crescendoing verge.
Basil Drew Eseu is a poet of 19th century painting. Frederic Edwin Church (1826-1900) was a Realist American painter, Niagara, a painting of 1857. Beau Lecsi Werd asks, could not the last word be “crash,” as the poem’s structure is a bilding?
Julie Marie Hoey Recs
by Red Was Iceblue
She recommends for oil and acrylic painting stocks
to have paint sealer, palette glass, jars, rags, and one face cloth,
sixteen-by-twenty canvas, terpenoid, knives, and paint hues,
like cadmium red medium, French ultramarine blue,
and phthalo green, burnt umber, and titanium tube white,
along with black, sienna, crimson, sap green, and blue sky.
Round brushes, flat, and filbert, joined along with angle, bright,
eraser, graphite pencil, colour wheel and storage box.
Among the painters she admires she includes Cézanne,
O’Keefe, Van Gogh, Vermeer, da Vinci, Sargent and Rembrandt.
Red Was Iceblue is a poet of Modernist, PostModernist, and New Millennial painting. Julie Marie Hoey is a contemporary painter and free verse poet.
The Biden Admin has just lifted some restrictions on
the island nation Cuba. But how then did they respond?
They made brand-news, draconian and anti-free-speech laws,
including the death penalty protesting for a cause.
The Great Divide
by Raise Club Weed
There in the Rocky Mountains is a hole,
a basin that is called the Great Divide
in southern Wyoming. Shaped like a bowl
of sand dunes, its extent is vast and wide.
Formed by a geologic anticline,
it is an endorheic watershed,
where at times it seems there is little sign
of life in that part of the Red Desert.
No longer are there herds of buffalo,
though one might see a pronghorn walking by,
despite precipitation being low
and the evaporation being high.
But even here some critters make a “house:”
the pocket gopher and the kangaroo rat,
as well, the pygmy rabbit and sage grouse,
amidst sagebrush wash and alkali flat.
It seems that even in such emptiness
one can find life, as some can do with less.
Raise Club Weed is a poet of the northern Rocky Mountain states. The structure of this poem is a Staffordian sonnet, a work named after PostModernist American poet William Stafford (1914-1993).
by Bruc “Diesel” Awe
Equipment shortages are prevalent due to the lack
of trucks transporting raw materials for manufac.
Used truck costs now have more than doubled in less than two years;
small operators are at risk affording carriers;
while larger fleets are selling older trucks for premiums,
stockpiling cash to better weather economic storms.
What’s happening is truckload spot rates have been plummeting,
and with the rising diesel costs, there’ll be more rummaging.
And spreads between the contracts and the spot rates for the vans
have never been as large as they now are across the land.
He Parked His Truck
by Bruc “Diesel” Awe
He parked his truck upon the lawn by the white picket fence.
It made no sense, and yet he did it; he was taut and tense.
The pick-up bed was where he sat beneath the branching tree.
What did he think he could accomplish there beneath the leaves.
He did not know that death was just around the corner street;
but he got on his knees, then leaped onto the grassy eaves.
He thought this was a magic moment from eternity;
yet it was naught, not anything, absurd divinity.
Though he would drive away from this, this house, this yard, this road,
he never would again surpass this lowly episode.
Bruce “Diesel” Awe is a poet of transportation. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, manufac is a trunc for manufacturing. Gas prices across the World are rising. In the United States of America, they range from $4.10 in Oklahoma, to $6.07 in California.
Passages and Presages
by Des Wercebauli
He sat before his work desk, with a coffee cup…to boot…
him up with its elixir, warm and rich, o, really good.
The distant clouds sailed through the heavens, up above his head.
He sat upright, a bit uptight, there was his pressing sched.
His fingers placed upon the keyboard, eyes upon the text:
He wondered who, what, where, when, why, or how would be the next.
His head rectangular, his jaw a square right-angled bend,
his dogtags jangling when he rose, or when he would descend.
Sweet ditties traveled through his mind, as he read messages,
and all time’s stymied rhymes, such passages and presages.
Des Wercebauli is a poet of work. About 7% of American workers telework from home. Among the countries with the highest teleworkers are Denmark 23%, Netherlands 21%, and Sweden 18%.
Within Uvalde, Texas
by “Wild” E. S. Bucaree
The mood is grim within Uvalde, Texas, at this time,
with nineteen students murdered. It was such an evil crime.
Two teachers too were murdered. There is no rhyme that works.
So many hopeful ten-year-olds cut down before their prime.
O, nineteen students murdered. It was such an evil crime.
The mood is grim within Uvalde, Texas, at this time.
“Wild” E. S. Bucaree is a poet of Texas. Uvalde is a town in south central Texas of around 15,000.