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Snake Weather: A Summer Renga (part iv)

Snake Weather has stretched its full length… it was a wonderful experience working with such a diversity of voices and watching how each poet shifted the energy of the poem. It is a renga that I feel deserves repeated reads, so I have included the links to parts i, ii and iii here so that you can take it all in. There is much to enjoy!

Snake Weather (part i)
Snake Weather (part ii)
Snake Weather (part iii)

Snake Weather
A Summer Kasen Renga
Started: February 10, 2013 – Finished: April 14, 2013

Written by / between:
David S, Andy S, Cindy K, Katherine B, Chris L, Trish R, John W, Helen R, Andrew P

Moon CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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gloves no longer needed
fingertips   cigarettes   pink

DS

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Easter moon
in one hand
a beer and a crucifix

AS

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raking red ficus berries
she considers a change in lipstick

CK

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cold wind
not noticing
her silences

GN

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inside the cavern
our eyes adjust

CL

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wooden beat
of her walking stick
missing

TR

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at High Copse the robin left him
cutting an ash sapling

JW

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A quick shower
cherry blossom petals
carpet the sidewalk

HR

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both of them arrive late
to the opening matinée

AP

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Snake Weather: A Summer Renga (part iii)

As I post this, Snake Weather is crawling off on its final leg… so for now, please enjoy this third phase of the renga written by David Stavanger, Andy Smerdon, Cindy Keong, Graham Nunn, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright, Helen Ross and Andrew Phillips.

CLK Snake Weather

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

he wears shoes to bed
she finds bones in her shoes
Spring cleaning

DS

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bitter hands rip him
from the wedding photo

AS

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again and again
she strikes – the familiar
sound of thunder

CK

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the wild plum
rolls to a stop

GN

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more insects
at the kitchen fluoro
endless rain

CL

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frankincense dusk
just an oud and her voice

TR

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mercury rises
pommie bastards are wet
dreaming of EIIR

JW

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wine stains on the carpet
this broken heart

HR

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electrostatic therapy
shock jumps of laughter
with the nieces

AP

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Snake Weather: A Summer Renga (part ii)

The summer ginko group have now reached the half-way mark of their ginko. Here’s links 10-18 written by / between: David Stavanger, Andy Smerdon, Cindy Keong, Katherine Battersby, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright, Helen Ross, Andrew Phillips for you to enjoy.

snake weather part ii

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

promotional sale
we buy each other white

DS

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passion fades
in the dune grass
still swimming

AS

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an incoming tide draws
closer the stars

CK

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winter’s bone
the city sleeps
beneath his pale face

KB

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the letter must be written
snowfield at dawn

CL

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expecting a call
from my sister
not feeling hungry

TR

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she waves her pony tail
flies away

JW

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naked
spring buds dress
the branches

HR

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one eye
of the submerged frog

AP

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Snake Weather: A Summer Renga

Our recent ginko through Karawatha Forest has spun off into a summer ginko. The group have been sparking off each other, resulting in some really exciting leaps. Here’s the first quarter of Snake Weather, written by / between: David Stavanger, Andy Smerdon, Cindy Keong, Katherine Battersby, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright, Helen Ross, Andrew Phillips.

Snake Weather CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

snake weather
he kisses his teenage daughter
on the mouth

DS

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storm clouds hide
an innocent sky

AS

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at the roadside
the empty arms
of a mother

CK

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cane fields watch
with a promise of fire

KB

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she bleeds out
in the back paddock
harvest moon

CL

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red flowers falling
they await the results

TR

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black parrots’ beaks
in the heliconia
skeletons rise from the woods

JW

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limbs entwine
love whispers its melody

HR

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she falls back
breathless into lounge arms
rolling credits

AP

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Summer Ginko: Karawatha State Forest

Yesterday, I had the absolute pleasure of hosting a ginko (haiku walk) through Karawatha State Forest. Ten of us gathered to revel in the beauty of the summer morning that awaited us and of course, share in the wonder of haiku. So after a pot or two of authentic Japanese green tea (thanks Andrew) and recitations of some of the groups favourite summer haiku, we all set off to walk, and importantly, find a place to be still, to become one with the surroundings.

After an hour and a half of walking, contemplating and sketching from the senses, we gathered again and shared our experience… and some fine haiku were composed as a result. I am excited to share a selection of the group’s poems, along with some photographs by Cindy Keong.

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lizard
in a shadow
the kookaburra misses

Helen Ross

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crossroad
i want to go both ways
again

Trish Reid

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Rusted Bark CLK
Cindy Keong

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heavy sun
crow pleads
with the rusted tap

Katherine Battersby

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cicadas suddenly silent, all the burnt gum trees

Chris Lynch

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after the storm
one root of the grey gum
my broken toe

Andrew Phillips

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Roots CLK

Cindy Keong

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flashing sunlight at my eyes     butterfly

John Wainwright

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stubbing my toe
I mimic the crow’s call

Cindy Keong

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Quartzite Man CLK

Cindy Keong

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under a black wing
ants feast
the sky moves on

Andy Smerdon

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snake weather
he kisses his teenage daughter
on the mouth

David Stavanger

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The group will now compose a renga, leading off with David’s ‘snake weather’, which was voted the most resonant poem by the group on the day… Am looking forward to sharing that with you in the coming weeks.

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Mission Beach Tour Diary #3: new haiku

Here’s the third and final installment of the Mission Beach Tour Diary, a selection of my own haiku from the ginko. I hope these continue to create a picture of just how magnificent and tranquil Mission Beach is…

low tide
a dog runs from
hand to stick

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white sand
I drift along
with the butterfly

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salt spray
the history of waves
against rock

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nature reserve
stopping to notice
the weeds

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choosing the same log     grasshopper and I

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Mission Beach Tour Diary #2: Beach Ginko

As you saw in the last post, the weather for our Saturday afternoon beach ginko was glorious. Really, in the vastness of the sky there was not the hint of a cloud… So here’s are a selection of haiku composed by the ginko participants as they walked, sat and contemplated deeply the true beauty of their surrounds. I have also included a few photos taken by my lovely wife to capture the action of the dig. I would like to thank each of the participants for their openness. It was a thrill to work with you all and I hope we can do it again one day soon.

catching hope
the coconut bowl
empty     empty

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wind through palms
a thousand instruments
forget the words

Cate Richmond

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with the sand
silver branch
finds its shadow

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broken tree
listens to the wind
hearing itself

Lander Clifton

ant to ant
shadows touch
along their path

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beach mosaic
balls rolled up
by sandcrabs

Barbara Bufi

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bikini girl
rakes the sand
plovers parachute in

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high tide mark
rainforest reaches
the rocks

Laurie Trott

saplings planted
amongst the fallen
cyclone brings new hope

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a window
sunshine and beach
framed by ancient vine

Tara Webster

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outgoing tide
cartwheels and cricket
a family day

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pianola leaf
shafts of light
dance in the dust

Jacque Duffy

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Mission Beach Tour Diary #1: 5ft High Haiku

Let me first say, Mission Beach is paradise…

Yesterday, I had the privilege of spending the day talking haiku with six local writers and leading a ginko along the beachfront. We also had the opportunity to workshop a number of poems composed during the walk and I plan to publish a healthy selection of these poems in a future entry in the tour diary…

But unlike any other ginko I have lead, the event culminated in the most voted for poem (by Barbara Bufi), being dug in 5ft high letters on the beach. The poem was then photographed from above by a plane and as you can see, the results were stunning… nothing like a 5ft high haiku to get the local beach goers talking poetry!

A massive thanks to Jacque Duffy for organising the event and for her artistic scribing of the poem and to all of the enthusiastic diggers of words. It was a day I will always remember.

beach mosaic was composed by Barbara Bufi

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Winter Full Moon Ginko – poems and photos

It was a spectacularly clear night on Friday as ten of us gathered at Valori Espresso Lounge & Gallery for our moon viewing ginko along Scarborough Beach. The moon was right on time (6:30pm), revealing its red glow before rising majestically. Here is a selection of poems and photos from the night.

                                                                still night
                                                                a plover calls
                                                                the rising moon

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                               *

                                                                moon viewing
                                                                a mullet bubbles
                                                                to the surface

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                                *

                                                                stars fade
                                                                tonight the moon
                                                                commands centre stage

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                 *

                                                                cold night
                                                                an uptight couple
                                                                glare at the moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                fishing boats
                                                                blink on the horizion
                                                                harvest moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                full moon
                                                                who is here to howl at you?
                                                                the traffic roars

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                                                        

                                                                 winter moon
                                                                 draws the tide
                                                                 like a stick figure

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  wind on the water
                                                                  a thousand little footprints
                                                                  melt into night

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  ebb tide silence
                                                                  a passage beacon flashes
                                                                  to a red lantern moon

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  together
                                                                  on our different shores
                                                                  moonrise melts the distance

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  waves break
                                                                  coldness
                                                                  laps my feet

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                 *

                                                                  stars fade
                                                                  a hot ember moon
                                                                  brands the ocean

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                                  *

                                                                  cold night
                                                                  the rising moon
                                                                  pours words through my mind

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                  street lamp
                                                                  just the trunk
                                                                  of a pine tree

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                *

                                                                  fishermen cast
                                                                  into a winter moon
                                                                  wizzzz

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                 *

                                                                  clear path –
                                                                  is it yours
                                                                  winter moon?

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                  *

                                                                  following
                                                                  or leading?
                                                                  winter moon

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                   *

                                                                  moonrise
                                                                  my mouth
                                                                  drops open

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                   *

                                                                  new moon
                                                                  on the path
                                                                  old lovers move closer

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                  *

                                                                  full moon
                                                                  shivering
                                                                  in the shallow water

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                   *

                                                               photographs by Cindy Keong

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Winter Full Moon Ginko

                                                                       coming
                                                                       hazy or not
                                                                       winter moon

                                                                           photograph by Cindy Keong

That’s right, this Friday, June 17, the first winter full moon will rise and what better way to celebrate than to take a walk along the gorgeous Scarborough Beach composing haiku.

If you are interested in joining the group for the ginko, the meeting point is Valori Espresso Lounge and Gallery (71C Landsborough Ave. Scarborough) at 6pm. There will be writing, workshopping and the sharing of haiku before and after the walk, so it will be a great collaborative learning experience for everyone who comes along.

If you would like to book a spot you can email Therese Morgan at valoriespressoloungeandgallery@hotmail.com

Cost of the event is $20 per person.

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