Welcome to the April 2017 issue of brass bell: a haiku journal.
This month's theme is Edible Haiku.
Poems have been received from Argentina, Australia, Brazil, Canada, Croatia, Denmark, Ecuador, England, Ghana, India, Italy, Netherlands, Poland, Singapore, Turkey, the U. K., Ukraine, the United States, and Vietnam
my first bite
in the mango season
this greenfly who won't go away
- Adjei Agyei-Baah
winter date:
baked potatoes meet
spicy chicken
- Adrian Bouter
sticky rice
the toddler's endless
questions
- Agnes Eva Savich
relaxing at lunch
a pigeon eyes my salmon —
nothing is safe anywhere
- Alan Bern
candlemas
little fingers pulling
the wishbone
- Alan Summers
paradox in Rio
under the scorching sun
boiling black beans: feijoada
- Amauri Solon
chimarrao and churrasco
my gaucho uncle
still in my habits
- Amauri Solon
star cookies —
he asks for
mooncakes
- Angelee Deodhar
sodden field
beyond March muck
hot cocoa
- Anna Cates
a taste
of black bean brownies
rainy Saturday
- Anna Cates
family feast . . .
taste of raw mango
in every dish
- Archana Kapoor Nagpal
pregnancy cravings . . .
next to my bed
a box of chocolates
- Archana Kapoor Nagpal
licking water from my palm
the homeless
kitten
- Barbara Tate
fall harvest
hiding in plain sight
the pumpkin pies
- Barbara Tate
shoveling walkways —
the crew boss
brings hot coffee
- Bill Waters
winter solstice
blackberries on sale
at the market
- Brad Bennett
snowed in
another spoonful of sugar
in my tea
- Carol Dilworth
vegan
no more honey
on buttered toast
- Caroline Gates-Lupton
pancake by pancake accepting imperfection
- Caroline Skanne
eating grapes
straight from the vine
the robin and i
- Caroline Skanne
curling smoke
I burn his casserole
after the honeymoon
- Celestine Nudanu
bread and butter pudding
hot on my tongue
his kisses
- Celestine Nudanu
rose petals
furling and unfurling
in my tea
- Christina Sng
mulberries
the tartness
of her criticism
- Christina Sng
crêpes suzette
he rarely gives
flowers
- Claire Vogel Camargo
summer camp
spitting watermelon seeds
on movie night
- Claire Vogel Camargo
novice baker
she makes mud pies
by the driveway
- Claire Vogel Camargo
the gravy boat
comes around . . .
no need to ask
- Dan Schwerin
oatmeal
the help
of milk and honey
- Dan Schwerin
dunking the biscuit too long — where we went wrong
- Danny Blackwell
after generosity
tears of joy
wasabi
- David J. Kelly
maple syrup
the buffet breakfast
runneth over
- David J. Kelly
wild strawberry
the sweet reward
of finding it
- David J. Kelly
visiting my parents
a bag of sprouting potatoes
in the guest shower
- David Oates
new friend
watches closely as I try
habanero sauce
- David Oates
what readers can't see
the chocolate stains
on my poems
- Debbi Antebi
waxwings again not enough berries for jam
- Debbie Strange
squash blossom . . .
creases form between
her brows
- Debbie Strange
the fragrance
of a ripened peach
perfectly split
- Dottie Piet
eating kebab
the smell of smoke
surrounding the garden
- Ece Cehreli
a happy day
I eat baklava
with sherbet
- Ece Cehreli
rendez-vous:
a swallow's nest
above the dish of sushi
- Elisa Allo
relaxing Saturday —
children order
soba noodles
- Elisa Allo
subway car
the lingering smell
of a ham sandwich
- Elizabeth Alford
when it comes to love
there can never be too much
ripe avocado
- Elizabeth Alford
crumbs
ants in a row
on the windowsill
- Eufemia Griffo
after divorce
ice cream melts
drop by drop
- Eufemia Griffo
in my Easter bunny suit
a tiny child
offers me a carrot
- Frank Robinson
the melon cubes
stick together
morning of the surgery
- Glenn Ingersoll
camping
always beside our fire
glimmering fish
- Goran Gatalica
summer evening
my daughter adds
lime juice to the stir fry
- Hannah Mahoney
teaching my daughter
mom's recipe
the slow pour of molasses
- Hannah Mahoney
mental health day
slathering marmalade
on warm toast
- Hannah Mahoney
that pear i tasted
in Paris when i was young
lingers on my tongue
- Jack Goldman
raspberries
grandbabe's
first opinion
- Jan Benson
impromptu picnic
at japanese gardens
herbal tea and zen
- Jan Benson
traveling without him passion fruit stains her white dress
- Jane Williams
steaming bowl of pho the delicate aromas of a daydream
- Jane Williams
cold moon
my mother's slow and
constant stirring
- Jennifer Hambrick
fresh-mown bluegrass
slices of cucumber
on granny's chipped china plate
- Jennifer Hambrick
apples, apples, apples
so many kinds —
one of each please in my pie
- Joan Leotta
we feast on guava y queso
sipping spicy teas —
you whisper sweet nothings
- Joan McNerney
barbeque
each mosquito
takes a bite
- Joanna M. Weston
a cold front
moving in
hot curry
- Joanna M. Weston
fruit softening
under the old apple tree
wasps threading shadows
- John Hawkhead
dandelion stew
on the dinner table
everyone's wish
- Justice Joseph Prah
whipped cream
he puts out his tongue
really far
- Kath Abela Wilson
red chili pepper
I even sprinkle it
on toast
- Kath Abela Wilson
midnight
the taste of parsnip chips
in bed
- Kath Abela Wilson
new to kitchen . . .
I added salt instead of sugar
in tea
- Kumarendra Mallick
driving home
the hot pizza box
on the passenger seat
- Lance Robertson
the possibilities in a bag of flour
- Lance Robertson
buttery fingers
sharing a large popcorn
at the movies
- Lance Robertson
tossed noodle
sticks to the wall
spider web
- Laughing waters
3 o'clock
start thinking about dinner —
50 years
- Linda Keeler
burnt toast
the day begins
badly
- Linda Keeler
season's end . . .
the last peach in the bowl
politely turned down
- Madhuri Pillai
cherries the ones I left hanging
- Margaret Jones
handmade piadina —
the flour on your cheek
the day we met
- Maria Laura Valente
sunday lunch —
just the three of us
and countless meatballs
- Maria Laura Valente
jasmine in bloom —
first cookies I bake
for my daughter
- Maria Laura Valente
birthday cake
she eats the word
happy
- Marianne Paul
crabapple worms
she says her jelly jam
has lots of protein
- Marianne Paul
vegan diet
my cat staring
at the freezer
- Marta Chocilowska
stray dog
a beggar splits his sandwich
in half
- Marta Chocilowska
supermoon
a ripe squash hangs
from the trellis
- Martha Magenta
cinnamon buns —
the first time I saw
my neighbour
- Martha Magenta
blackberry moon
filling jam jars
to the brim
- Martha Magenta
another night shift
solitary focus
morning donuts
- Marty Blue Waters
chocolate almond milk
being silly together —
my daughter's laughter
- Mary Hohlman
sunflower seeds
my canary and I
enjoy spring morning
- Mary Hohlman
tasting a word
as I say it aloud —
gnocchi
- Mary Kendall
the soft velvet
of apricots
against our lips
- Mary Kendall
pierogi day —
pinching loose ends
of dough & memories
- Mary Kendall
red lentils soaking
I do the laundry
water the garden
- Michael G. Smith
making apple pies
a poet taught me about
sharing a kitchen
- Mimi Foyle
my fingers scramble
chocolate in my pocket
turns the day around
- Mimi Foyle
the '60s
Barefoot Tom makes co-op salads
from yard weeds
- Nancy Osborn
arriving late for dinner flowers expired in the vase
- pamela a. babusci
cream in my coffee
swirling like
the Milky Way
- pamela a. babusci
nana's kitchen
even the cat
eats spaghetti
- Pat Davis
nana's herbs
she lets me pick
the sweet basil
- Pat Davis
wine at the bottom of the cup —
swallowing
candlelight
- Phoebe Lakin
for the teacher
a red apple
or six dandelions
- Phyllis Lee
for a bigger tip
she adds whipped cream
and pecans
- Phyllis Lee
in the porch box
chocolate chip cookies
for the birds
- Phyllis Lee
seafront cafe
extra salt
on the table
- Rachel Sutcliffe
snowmelt
two carrots left
on the lawn
- Rachel Sutcliffe
midnight diner
he-man breakfast dish
turned into ash tray
- Ron Scully
soft drink
a waiter says it's okay
to eat the flower
- Rosa Clement
fortune cookie
she looks for wisdom after
cracking it
- Rosa Clement
tangerine season
I turn my skirt
into a basket
- Rosa Clement
autumn fog
bursting through it
cherry tomato
- Ruth Yarrow
blackberries
in a bowl of water — sky
fractured into dots
- Ruth Yarrow
nursing home:
loud clinking
of rice pudding spoons
- Ruth Yarrow
please take me out
for a home cooked meal
someplace else
- Sara Robbins
quick browning
of the apple's flesh
moon and clouds
- Scott Wiggerman
ah! fresh basil the grasshopper and i
- Simon Hanson
coconut blossom sugar
such sweet words
from her lips
- Simon Hanson
on a park bench
empty black walnut shell —
my breath in front of me
- Stephen Page
limburger cheese
on the hot radiator
dad's school prank
- Sue Norvell
the first tomatoes
finally
summer begins
- Sue Norvell
proud mama
my toddler knows more foods at 1
than i did at 20
- Summer Killian
simmering soup . . .
they do not exchange
a single word
- Sunjuktaa Asopa
breakfast table
the light from
a peeled orange
- Sunjuktaa Asopa
steaming rice
on a banana leaf
so fragrant this noonday peace
- Sunjuktaa Asopa
garden party —
her laughter mixes
with the guacamole
- Theresa A. Cancro
morning moon —
folding an omelet
onto the plate
- Theresa A. Cancro
spring sunset —
one green olive left
in the jar
- Theresa A. Cancro
Sunday crime
I overestimate the nutmeg
for our breakfast muffins
- Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
a little moment
of rebellion
gelato in February
- Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
more groceries
than my trunk can hold
rainy Friday
-Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
married dinner out —
bringing reading
material
- Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
jasmine tea my eyes open for butterflies
- Vibeke Laier
restaurant temper tantrum —
the cook put paprika
on my poached eggs
- Zee Zahava
daydreaming
now the tea is cold . . .
that's okay
- Zee Zahava
contemptuous of phonies
my father rejects
haagan-dazs ice cream
- Zee Zahava
green tea leaf
on the bottom of a cup
a chinese dragon
- Zuzanna Truchlewska
morning coffee
instead of sugar
your smile
- Zuzanna Truchlewska
