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New Poems in Shamrock haiku journal

A little while back, I was invited to contribute to the 10th anniversary issue of UK Magazine, Open Wide. It is always a thrill to have my work published in the pages of Open Wide, but being invited makes things extra special.

Issue 25, the 10th Anniversary Issue, is out now and is bursting with ninety-four pages of writing from forty-three of the editor’s favourite contributors from the last ten years including A.D. Winans, Arlene Ang, justin.barrett, James D. Quinton, Owen Roberts, John G. Hall and this Lost Shark (feeling in very fine company here).

The magazine costs just £5 (plus £1.00 P&P for UK buyers – P&P for Europe is £2.00 and the rest of the world is £3.00). It can be purchased only via paypal, which accepts all major credit/debit cards. You can follow this link – www.openwidemagazine.co.uk/owmissues.htm.

As the editor’s say… ‘Miss it, miss out, and trust us, you don’t want to miss this one!’

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The latest issue of Shamrock Haiku is also online and features a couple of my own poems alongside two members of the recent Ginko Group, Cindy Keong and Lee-Anne Davie. It is always good to be surrounded by friends…

You can read Issue #18 here.

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Downfall Creek Ginko

                                                               broken silence
                                                               the fall of one
                                                               golden leaf

                                                                            *

                                                               gentle breeze
                                                               the crackle of gum leaves
                                                               across the boardwalk

                                                                            *

                                                               shady fig
                                                               the silence
                                                               of empty nests

                                                                              — Lee-Anne Davie

                                                                Melaleuca
                                                                again an unseen bird
                                                                cries your name

                                                                            *

                                                                wetland pool
                                                                turns my mind
                                                                to tea

                                                                            *

                                                                Easter Saturday
                                                                a family barbecue
                                                                amuses the kookaburras

                                                                              — Trudie Murrell

                                                                  thin path
                                                                  the strangler fig tightens
                                                                  its grip

                                                                            *

                                                                 forest entrance
                                                                 lorikeets race
                                                                 against the traffic

                                                                            *

                                                                 choosing a path
                                                                 ants travel straight ahead

                                                                              — Cindy Keong

                                                                  no breeze
                                                                  grass moves
                                                                  to the rhythm of butterflies

                                                                            *

                                                                  in the creek
                                                                  moss and rust
                                                                  years apart

                                                                            *

                                                                  back to read another page
                                                                  copper-bottomed ant

                                                                               — John Wainwright

                                                                            *

                                                                              all photographs by Cindy Keong

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New Farm Park Ginko: Lee-Anne Davie & Vuong Pham

                                                                    so lush
                                                                    the grass
                                                                    for late autumn lovers

                                                                                *

                                                                   above me
                                                                   a single red rose
                                                                   against slivers of blue

                                                                                *

                                                                   beside the croquet lawn
                                                                   a homeless man sleeps
                                                                   visitors welcome

                                                                                *

                                                                  in the colour
                                                                  of fallen leaves
                                                                  a crow feather

                                                                               *

                                                                  beneath the gentle sway
                                                                  of late autumn
                                                                  tai chi

                                                                               *

                                                                                poems by Lee-Anne Davie
                                                                                photograph by Cindy Keong

 

                                                                forgive me rose
                                                                she loves me
                                                                she loves me not

                                                                              *

                                                                public toilet
                                                                I am not compelled
                                                                to flush

                                                                             *

                                                               must be growing old–
                                                               polite chatter
                                                               at the wedding party

                                                                            *

                                                               the river has glistened
                                                               long enough
                                                               for the summer house windows

                                                                            *

                                                               fallen
                                                               jacaranda flowers
                                                               we part without regret

                                                                           *

                                                                            poems by Vuong Pham
                                                                            photograph by Cindy Keong

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Mt Coot-tha Botanical Gardens Ginko

                                                                  autumn sun
                                                                  the glow of one
                                                                  ripe cherry

                                                                  cactus spikes
                                                                  can’t help
                                                                  but touch                                                            

                                                                                                Cindy Keong

                                                three tai-chi students meditate
                                                frozen ibis

                                                garden mirage
                                                lizards crawls out of the desert
                                                into the cafe                                                          

                                                                              Jonathan Hadwen

                                                      tired of bamboo gazing
                                                      I look to the pond —
                                                      bamboo reflection

                                                       alone again
                                                       by the waterfall
                                                       my bladder expands

                                                                                     Vuong Pham

                                           ants ignore the lines on fallen leaves

                                           mossy path
                                           I intrude
                                           on the ibis

                                                                          John Wainwright

                                                                 so still
                                                                 the pond
                                                                 before the children

                                                                 empty
                                                                 until you walk
                                                                 in my shoes

                                                                                               Lee-Anne Davie

                                                              autumn pool
                                                              willow reflects
                                                              upon itself

                                                              garden wall
                                                              where do you think
                                                              the creeper’s going?

                                                                                             Trudie Murrell

* all photographs by Cindy Keong

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Sandgate Ginko: Lee-Anne Davie

 

                                                           a lone ibis fossicks
                                                           in the mangroves
                                                           nothing

                                                                          *

                                                           low tide sand flats
                                                           gulls and kites
                                                           share the breeze

                                                                          *

                                                           bare feet
                                                           cool in shallow water
                                                           the last of autumn

                                                                          *

                                                           the curl
                                                           of the blue iron roof
                                                           waves roll to the shore

                                                                          *

                                                           late autumn breeze
                                                           too few
                                                           waffle cones

                                                                          *

                                                                           photograph by Cindy Keong

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