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Vetoed Triple Haiku

“And Alan Ginsberg’s back in town talking about god a lot.”
— Frank O’Hara

Indian summer
men’s wilderness rave weekend
outside Ukiah…
son proposes — three
generations including
two year-old Ben Blaze…
through our ecstasy’s
soft afterglow, my boy’s wife
bellows a hard, No!
Gerard Sarnat’s recently been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He’s authored four collections: HOMELESS CHRONICLES (2010), Disputes (2012), 17s (2014) and Melting The Ice King (2016) which included work published in Gargoyle, Lowestoft, American Journal of Poetry, Main Street Rag, New Delta Review, Tishman Review plus was featured in New Verse News, Songs of Eretz, Avocet, LEVELER, tNY, StepAway, Bywords, Floor Plan. Radius, Foliate Oak, Dark Run, Scarlet Leaf, Good Men Project, Anti-Heroin Chic, Winamop, Poetry Circle, Tipton Review, Creative Truth, Harbor Village, KYSO, Rumblefish and Ordinary Madness’ debut feature sets of new poems. “Amber Of Memory” was the single poem chosen for my 50th college reunion symposium on Bob Dylan; the Harvard Advocate accepted a second plus Oberlin, Brown and other universities in and outside the US accepted concurrent pieces. Mount Analogue selected Sarnat’s sequence, KADDISH FOR THE COUNTRY, for distribution as a pamphlet in Seattle on Inauguration Day 2017 as well as the next morning as part of the Washington DC and nationwide Women’s Marches. In August Failed Haiku presented his work first among over a hundred contributors. For Huffington Post/other reviews, readings, publications, interviews; visit Harvard/Stanford educated, Gerry’s worked in jails, built/staffed clinics for the marginalized, been a CEO of healthcare organizations and Stanford Medical School professor. Married since 1969, he has three children, four grandkids.

Cold, November field

Lone dove combs another row

Sorrow, its hunger


Swifts keep inscribing

An empty, cobalt tablet

With cursive goodbyes


The past, a molted

Snakeskin that misses itself

Swallowing life whole


The dawn discovers

Silver, autumn artifacts—

Trilobites of frost


This emptiness stays,

The way canyons hold shadows

On the brightest day—


He stepped on the porch

Her heart, a covey of quail

In all directions


A December mist lifts

Like her chilled breath before him,

Wreath filled with whispers


Hip-high goldenrod,

Memories of her touches

Brushing against him


From dark eye shadow

To those sometimes distant moods,

Dusk remembers her
Greg Sellers completed his undergraduate studies in English at Louisiana State University and holds a MFA in Creative Writing from Arizona State University and MLIS from the University of Alabama. His poems have appeared in Poetry, New Letters, Interdisciplinary Humanities, Zócalo Public Square, Spiritus, The Journal of Wild Culture and elsewhere. A recipient of a Ruth Lilly Poetry Fellowship and Mississippi Literary Arts Fellowship, Sellers lives with his family in Vicksburg, Mississippi, where he is the administrative librarian at Hinds Community College.

she touches me
with her eyes
a well-meaning alligator
her dress in the wind
a meadow rolled sheer
flattened flowers
walking into yellow
colour compacting
egg yolk hardening
migrating flock
a nestling forgotten
northern wind
tattered bird
begs the ground before
a homeless person
a hole widening
her chest
a bird’s nest
Catriona Shine is an Irish writer, living in Norway, where she is also a practicing architect. She writes novels, short stories and Haiku. She was a runner up in the IAFOR Vladimir Davidé Haiku Award 2017 and her Haiku will be published in the coming anthology. That will be her first publication. Her novel-in-progress won the Penfro First Chapter Competition 2016, and was shortlisted in the TLC Pen Factor Writing Competition 2016. She is represented by Laetitia Rutherford of Watson Little in London.



Don’t imitate me

never simulate half an orange

cut in two


Even the street lights

seem farther apart –

a rainy May day


The waxing May moon

sails amid the clouds – how soon

from new to full


Afternoon well spent –

watching cherry and plum

blossoms drift in air


The journey from home

to dojo, one hour by train,

begins with one step


Spring sprouts clichés –

haikuists must dig

deeper furrows


Finally leaving Sag Harbor,

I smell the rotting mussels

dropped on the road by gulls


George Held has published more than 150 haiku, several of which have won prizes. His chapbook, Dog Hill Poems, his twentieth poetry collection, is forthcoming in 2017.
A retired Queens College professor, Held was a Fulbright lecturer in Czechoslovakia for three years and now serves on the executive board of The South Fork Natural History Museum, in Bridgehampton. His poems, stories, translations, and book reviews have appeared widely, in such places as Commonweal, Confrontation, New York Quarterly, 5AM and The Notre Dame Review. Garrison Keillor read one of Helds’s poems on NPR. An eight-time Pushcart Prize nominee, Held has had poems included in over three dozen anthologies. His twentieth collection of poems is Neighbors: The Water Critters (Filsinger & Co., 2015).

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