Sunday, 30 September 2007


Our next theme (courtesy of the mysterious Sly Revolutionary) is something that we can all relate to: Stress. Whether it's work stress, city living stress, or just a general anxiety about things, you have until midnight of Sunday October 14 to write about your jitters.

Monday, 24 September 2007

The 39 Steps

Code song grimly hummed,
they hurtle over the moors
in flight from menace.

Saturday, 22 September 2007


Flight is our next theme, which could be a flight from the cold (like the migrating Canada geese), a flight into the unknown, a flight from one's fears (like a Hitchcock movie), or flights of fantasy. Let your imagination take flight. Deadline is midnight, Sunday September 30.

Friday, 21 September 2007

The Physiology of Taste

"You are what you eat,"
declared Brillat-Savarin.
Today: I'm pad thai.

Tuesday, 11 September 2007

Basho at the Old Springfield Pond

Plumpish frog legs flex,
and then the sound of water.
Mmmm, plumpish frog legs . . .

Sunday, 9 September 2007

Have your cake, and...

Early memory:
Chinese sweets, bearing pictures
rendered in sugar.

A pennyfarthing;
a flower; a teddybear;
all meltingly good.

I loved their look, and
loved their taste; the torment was,
I couldn't keep both.


I don't eat meat, just
the pickle's vinegar tang;
the dog gets the rest.


The taste of a simple madeleine flooded Marcel Proust with bittersweet memories, which he then described in scrupulous detail. So, we will (courtesy of Andrew) now explore Taste, one of the subtler senses, as our theme (though with much less length than Proust). Deadline is midnight, Saturday September 22.

Saturday, 8 September 2007

Better late than never

First I'll tidy up,
check the news, have a snack and
THEN post a haiku.

Thursday, 6 September 2007

Pain au Chocolat

Hunk of baguette with
chocolate melting inside––
bad day looks better.

FLASH Haiku: Bread

It's a quick round of FLASH haiku now, and the theme for it is Bread. You have 48 hours to stand, coffee in hand, at the counter of your mental bakery and decide: literal or as a figure of speech? Symbolic or slang? They all look so delicious...

Deadline is midnight, Saturday September 8.

Wednesday, 5 September 2007

Modern Life

Twenty-four hours:
not enough time to compose
fourteen syllables.

Variation on a Haiku by Lori

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
A percept frozen in time
needs lots of research.