by Dave Russo on October 25, 2009

Montage #34,
presented by Allan Burns,
is now up
on The Haiku Foundation website.
“Halloween Masque” (Montage #34) features haiku by Clement Hoyt, Tomas Tranströmer, and Ann K. Schwader.
A Hallowe'en mask,
floating face up in the ditch,
slowly shakes its head.
— Clement Hoyt
A corrosive wind
blasts through the house in the night—
the name of demons.
— Tomas Tranströmer
razored through
to the void
raven
— Ann K. Schwader
by Dave Russo on October 18, 2009

Montage #33,
presented by Allan Burns,
is now up
on The Haiku Foundation website.
Montage #33 (“Three Poets of the UK”) features haiku by John Crook, Caroline Gourlay, and John Barlow.
ancient stone circle
the flow
of a robin’s song
— John Crook
bark of a pheasant
sinking into silence
winter afternoon
— Caroline Gourlay
something startles
the rabbit field…
mackerel sky
— John Barlow
by Scott Metz on October 12, 2009

Montage #32,
presented by Allan Burns,
is now up
on The Haiku Foundation website.
#32’s theme is “Looking with the Universe” and features the work of Lee Gurga, Robert Spiess, and Charles Trumbull.
exploring the cave . . .
my son’s flashlight beam
disappears ahead
—Gurga
Muttering thunder
the bottom of the river
scattered with clams
—Spiess
. . . but in the window
of the doctor’s waiting room
a cloudless sky
—Trumbull
by Scott Metz on October 5, 2009

Montage #31,
presented by Allan Burns,
is now up
on The Haiku Foundation website.
#31’s theme is “The Little Truths” and features the work of Issa, Cherie Hunter Day and Ferris Gilli.
The pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain.
— Issa
night heat
nothing moves
but the gecko’s eyes
— Gilli
a skull no bigger
than my thumbnail
jasmine in bloom
— Day
by Scott Metz on September 27, 2009

Montage #30,
presented by Allan Burns,
is now up
on The Haiku Foundation website.
#30’s theme is “New England Sketches,” featuring the work of three New England haiku poets: Peter Yovu, Bruce Ross & paul m.
unemployed
the uneven edge
of a quahog shell
— m.
Thoreau’s gravesite:
the smell of woodsmoke
on the cold spring air
— Ross
the mountain path
winding up
at a snail
— Yovu
“Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.”