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storm warning
the watercolorist works
in shades of grey

 

 

 

rainy afternoon

the only child plays

dot to dot

 

 

 

 

paint by number

the child’s river

escapes its bank

 

  Tom Painting   

“paint by numbers” from tug of the current:  RMA 2004

“storm warning” – The Heron’s Nest (July 2004)

“rainy afternoon” – from the haiku chapbook piano practice  

 

rain stopped

her silk blouse

on the chair

 

 

 

 

 

summer rain

the shadows gather

in her back

 

paul m from A New Resonance 2:

“rain stopped” – Modern Haiku XXIX:2

 

 

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  by dagosan                                               

summer laundry —

the colors pile

half the size of the whites

 

[July 7,2005]                       

 

 

MEMO

to: Bar Review Students & Attendees

from:  Prof. Yabut

re: Criminal Law & Procedure Study Guide

We would have learned a lot more criminal law and procedure, if Brandon Bird had

been publishing during our law school days.  Indeed, our local public defender’s

office oughta buy a couple copies of his Law & Order: An adventure to color right

now.  [Thanks to The Texas Lawyer for the CLE pointer.]

“evidenceBagSm”  Tip to CSI: don’t forget the gloves and baggies.

Tip to the office supplies manager: get a whole lot of these things . .

“tinyredcheck” For more of Prof. Yabut’s Summer Re-Runs & Student Reading List, see:

• 
  
  seminal cases can shape a lawyer’s psyche (June 25, 2005)
  
  
• 
  
  political maturation after age 30 (June 22, 2005)
  
  
• 
  
  law school applicants need homework (April 18, 2005)
  
  
• 
  
  chronomentrophobia (Jan. 7, 2005)

• 
  
  issue-spotting for faith-based law schools (Nov. 24, 2004)
  
  
• 
  
  religious law schools offer no salvation (Nov. 24, 2004)  
  
  
• Putting the (Political) Arm on Associates… 
  
• the ethics of the Whatever Generations (your cheating hearts) 
  
• The Lowered Expectation Game — Lawyers as Tin Men    
  
• Sue-Dough-Logic (Client Protection Funds) 
  
• Brown: Good Decision Meets Bad Karma…  
  
• Law School Deprivation Syndrome in North Carolina… 
  
• Should Law Schools Be More LIke Business Schools?…
  
• Law Day, Not Lawyers’ Day 
  
• dreaming of law school in Nigeria 

 

 

each stroke of his crayon

his tongue

across his lips

 

 Randy Brooks  from School’s Out

 

 

 

Columbus Day trip

red and yellow crayons 

turn into stubs

                           

 

dagosan

 

 

              [originally posted: April 30, 2004]  

Let’s join Amber at Prettier than Napoleon and help make International Kissing Day a meaningful, enjoyable new tradition in the U.S.A.

update (July 5, 2008): See our post “let’s celebrate kissing and chocolate” for lots of information and more haiku and senryu relating to International Kissing Day (July 6) and Chocolate Day (July 7).

 

slow train

i lose count of the cars

when the woman blows a kiss

first kiss

a firefly blinks its way

toward mars

kissing…

a woodpecker works

the sugar maple

– from Bottle Rockets # 11 –

dog day heat

the subtle breeze

of a blown kiss

– from Full Moon Haiku (July ’05) –

 

ed markowski

good morning kiss

wing beats

of the hummingbird

Peggy Lyles from To Hear the Rain

first kiss –
the lilacs still heavy
with last night’s rain

 

billie wilson – The Heron’s Nest (April 2001)

faint pink lips

where someone kissed

the window

kissing moon goodnight

a gentle

drunk

David G. Lanoue from Haiku Guy: a novel

Kissing Day —

just as much fun

with our dentures out

 

 

her chocolate breath

mingles with mine —

easter sunset

 

his pop-fly

kisses the moon —

heading to second base

 

dagosan

“her chocolate breath” – Simply Haiku Winter 2005

cloud-covered night–
no moon, no fireflies,
no goodnight kiss

. .by David Giacalone – “Lanterns: a firefly anthology” (Edited by Stanford M. Forrester, Bottle Rockets Press, 2007}

 

p.s. to haijin: Please leave your contributionsin our Comments Box.

 

Still heat of afternoon–

sand crystals glinting

between the railroad tracks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sun-scorched slope–

an old donkey rubs his rump

against a mud-crusted post

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Round summer moon–

the garden stones

almost break into flower

 

 

Rebecca Lilly from Shadwell Hills 

(Birch Prees Press, 2002)

 

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the bedroom spider

gets clemency —

not the mosquito

 

[July 6, 2005]

 

 

 

 

                                                                             potluck: the lid’s on in July     

                                                                            but see: new Inadvertent Searchee listings.

remaining heat
the frayed edge
of a salesman’s tie

 

 

 

 

 

dwindling light
my childhood home
a parking lot

 

 

 

 

 

 

long shadows
many places
to cross the creek

 

 

 

 

the car packed
one last pebble
cast into the sea

 

 

paul m from The Heron’s Nest – a haikai journal

“remaining heat”  Sept. 2004; “the car packed” Sept. 2003

“dwindling light”  May 2003; “long shadows”   Dec. 2003

 

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parked on the shoulder

in a driving rain —

our flashers dim

 

[July 5, 2005]

p.s. Hello, Ana!  Don’t forget this driving pointer for Will.

 

                                                                                                                                                                           

the first notes

squeezed from bagpipes

small town parade

 

 

Peggy Lyles 

from To Hear the Rain

 

 

 

 

Independence Day

after all the fireworks, the stars

still there

 

 

 

 

long after

the fireworks

        a shooting star

 

 

   George Swede 

from Almost Unseen

 

 

 

 

 

 

fireworks

I close my eyes

for a second look

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

night train

the fireworks

you missed

 

 

 

John Stevenson  – Quiet Enough 

 

 

 

boom! boom! ka-boom!
so many duds…

fireworks

 

Kobayashi ISSA

translated by D.G. Lanoue  

 

 

 

  Fourth of July–

                 grandma’s throw

                 half way to the toddler

 

 

 

 

 

you squeeze my hand . . .

how still the sky

after fireworks

 

Michael Dylan Welch. from Open Window – haiku & photos  “WelchFireworksSM”

“Fourth of July” – Click here to see the original photo and poem

“you squeeze my hand” – Click here to see the original photo and poem

 

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  by dagosan: 

the old war vet —

holding his grandson

and oxygen tank

 

“papaJames04sm” original

by arthur j. giacalone

 

 

 

fireworks —

in the crowd

one dog wimpers, one howls

 

 

 

 

 

                               !!!!!!!

                      finale

                     f

                    f

                   f

                  f

                 f

                f

               f

              f

fireworks  

town hall fireflies

keep working the crowd

                         

 

[July 4, 2005]

 

  “Caution: Children at War” by Woody Birtie

 

 

   “Curb Your God” by Daniel Young

 

 

“iRAQ,” by Copper Greene

 

 

“designDissentG” – protest images from The Design of Dissent (2005) – the book                                                    

                                                                    — the exhibit (School of Visual Arts)

                                                          — the story, with more images (pbs/NOW)

                                                      — the authors: Milton Glaser, and Mirko Ilic

                                                         

 

 

 

We’ve taken an oath of silence for July, but we’re going to do some pointing tonight.

Please, check out The Power to Do Good — the legal community. making a difference.

Thanks to Jeremy Richey for putting PDG together.

 

Go, sow good seeds — help make equal access to justice a reality.

[find suggestions here]

 

 

in an earlier life
good seeds were sown…
my cozy brazier!

 

 

 

 

 

dewdrops falling
drip-drip, this world
is good!

 

 

 

a good world!
crickets making noise
a black kite dancing

 

 

the sound of oars
lingers…
good stars tonight

 

 

–  haiku by Kobayashi ISSA, translated by David G. Lanoue  

 

 

                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                                                         

bird song–

morning round

of medicine

 

 

 

Independence Day . . .

slipping into the lake

for a midnight swim

 

 

 

 

half-moon night –

picturing a face

I’ve never met

 

 

 

Alice Frampton,

“Independence Day” –  New Resonance 3; frogpond XXIII:3

“bird song–” edge of light (RMA 2003); frogpond XXVI:2

“half-moon night-” – WHR (in mem. Rbt. Spiess); Stone Frog

 

 

. . . . . .  . . . r.i.p. Gaylord Nelson . . . . . . . .   

 

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  by dagosan: 

bedroom cricket —

she wants it caught 

                        and brought outside 

 

 

[July 3, 2005]

 

fireworks

I have

my moments

 

 

 

thickening fog

not a word

since the last exit

 

 

   Yu Chang from Upstate Dim Sum (2003/II)

 

 

 

before I pick up the nickel

a rain drop

on Jefferson’s head

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the load tied down —

her painted toe nails

on the dashboard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

outside

in the dark

I let my imagination go

 

 

 

Tom Clausen from Upstate Dim Sum 

“the load tied down” (2003/II)

“before I pick up the nickel” & “outside” (2005/I)

 

 

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  by dagosan: 

breakfast alone

a cricket

in the kitchen

 

 

 

double-play:

baseball and fireworks

called on account of rain 

 

 

[July 2, 2005]

 

 

 Hey, George, the lid is still on the pot!

            “BigToeF

– please support ONE – The Campaign to Make Poverty History — and Live 8 – 

 

hut’s mosquitoes
this damned year, too
feasting

 

 

 

the pesky mosquito’s
birthplace…
temple flower

 

 

 

 

 

mosquito swarm–
even you
have a narrow home

 

 

thrown together–
thin mosquitoes, thin fleas
thin children

 

 

 

my home
where I even exhale
mosquitoes

 

 

 

 

a place
short on mosquito swarms…
sickle moon

 

 

wringing hands
in the mosquito netting…
let me have just a corner!

 

 

to the lullaby
of mosquitoes
she sleeps

 

 

 

even the horses
sleep in light green
mosquito nets!

 

 

 

today too
mosquito larvae and me
at sunset

 

 

 

living long
the flies, fleas, mosquitoes…
a poor village

 

 

leisure class–
“Mosquitoes have come!”
they say

 

 

even the mosquito hates
thin legs…
quickly moving on

–  all haiku by Kobayashi ISSA, translated by David G. Lanoue  

–  here’s a self-portrait by Issa, with accompanying haiku:

   original

 

Gimme that moon!

cries the crying

child

 – find more Issa haiku for ONE & Live 8 here –

                Live8

Issa, the classic haiku master of 19th Century Japan, has often

helped this weblog make points on very contemporary issues. 

 

  Tonight, I’m borrowing Issa’s words, as translated

by Prof. David G. Lanoue, in support of the important work of

ONE – The Campaign to Make Poverty History — and of Live 8. 

Your Editor just started his punditry-free vacation, so will merely

point you to the Technorati Live 8 page for more details.

 

 

hazy night–
people listening
to heavenly music

 

 

 

 

 

 

in my home village
they’re used to poverty…
maiden flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

people call it
“empty belly” hunger…
morning lark

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the mushroom hunters
return empty-handed…
fussing

 

 

 

 

even the poor
workhorses of Edo sleep…
in mosquito nets!

 

 

morning time–
thin mosquito, thin flea
thin child

 

 

 

mosquito larvae
dance in memoriam…
the tomb’s puddle

from today on
may my medicine work!
welcoming the gods

 

 

 

“Issa self neg” – all haiku by Kobayashi ISSA,

translated by David G. Lanoue  

“hazy night” “in my home village” “people call it”

“the mushroom hunters” “from today on“

 

                                  Live8 

 

summer day–
walking barefoot beside
grandchildren’s footprints

 

 

 

summer evening—
from across the meadow
a call to supper

 

 

 

 

 

rumble of thunder–

slicing just-picked peaches

for the pie

 

 

 

Billie Wilson 

“summer day” The Heron’s Nest

“rumble of thunder” – Mayfly 33

“summer evening” –  New Resonance 3; Frogpond XXVI:1, 2nd Place, Henderson Award, 2002

 

 

 

late innings

the shortstop backpedals

into fireflies

 

 

 

 

                   

                       fireflies…

                       the smallest boy hits

                       the game winning homer

 

 

 

 

thunder

the migrant workers

never look up

 

 

Ed Markowski 

 

– don’t forget the f/k/a baseball haiku page –

 

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July downpour —

a tiny dry patch

on the porch

 

 

lightning storm —

the constant flashing

of digital clocks

 

 

[July 1, 2005]

 

 

 

 haven’t got a pot . . .

Our Pot’s empty all July — as Any Fool can see.