There’s not the slightest chance the f/k/a Gang will be writing about greedy lawyers or politicians, or otherwise engaging in punditry today. We’ve got a wintry mix changing into a rainy and blustery day here in my hometown of Rochester, New York. And, Mama G. is stuffing calamari and cleaning shrimp out in the kitchen, while I use her computer here in the den.
While we wonder whose flight will be canceled and where we left the Scotch tape, let’s let a few of our Honored Guest Poet friends help ease us into the peace and joy of Christmas Eve:
… by Alice Frampton – New Resonance 3; beyond spring rain
Christmas eve-
the row of cut trees
no one took home
“Christmas eve/carousel” Modern Haiku XXIX: 2 (Summer 1998)
“Christmas eve/courtyard” – “Can Collector’s Red Socks” (2003)
… by David G. Lanoue from the novel Haiku Guy
Christmas Evemy niece old enough to ask
for calamari
.. by dagosan
christmas eve
the starlings begin
to flock together…. by Matt Morden – Morden Haiku (Dec. 24, 2008)
christmas evening
the goose she raised
all summerchristmas eve…
we yank two ton
from the # 4 minechristmas…
there ain’t enough coal
to put in the stockings………………. by ed markowski
