#1781 (#063)

care and attention

turn moments into minutes

when molokering 

#1780

angelic old years wait for waves of nostalgia to travel back home

---

Written for the January Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, the old year.

#1779 (#062)

the evidence clear:

squashed rufflesome long lawn grass

post-football tea break

#1778 (#061)

garbology of me

everything i’ve discarded

piled high for study

#1777 (#060)

a runagado

he lived peacefully after 

but not without guilt 

#1776 (#059)

with the bumleaf found

she pauses briefly to raise

anticipation

#1775 (#058)

a brickly ego

always ready to break a

the slightest prickle

#1774 (#057)

tittupy in speech

move back much more than forwards

the extrovert gone

#1773 (#056)

plackless wandering

only looking and dreaming

and exercising

#1772

does “glam-ma” dismiss

a lot of her life? because

she’s always been glam.

#1771 (#055)

“glam-ma” dismisses

so much of her life because

she’s always been glam

#1770 (#054)

go incognito

do what they don't want you to

with drag king freedom

#1769 (#053)

rising from the bed

all cocklety in my legs

which are still waking

#1768

sleep failed silence breath

“i don’t want you to see this”

a glimpse empty trapped

---

From words on page 263 of The Cracked Mirror by Chris Brookmyre (Abacus Books, 2025).

#1767

a glass brain useless

eyes down a glimpse devils here

the oubliette voice

---

From words on page 263 of The Cracked Mirror by Chris Brookmyre (Abacus Books, 2025).

#1766 (#052)

girlfs out on the town

drink, play, and keep a look out -

protect each other

#1765

the New Town badger

in a Mazda (passenger)

sleep eyes in half-light

---

From words on page 263 of The Cracked Mirror by Chris Brookmyre (Abacus Books, 2025).

#1764 (#051)

great-willy woman

stands and speaks up for herself

shows us how it’s done

#1763 (#050)

docht is power, strength,

wandocht is the opposite -

i am very wan

#1762 (#049)

mornings after nights

contorted by little-ease

type positioning

#1761 (#048)

lixiviated:

when a + b = c

and a new life starts

#1760 (#047)

walking all wonky

gaining police attention

feeling so bumpsy

#1759 (#046)

the panic then calm

that comes with rearview blue-lights

and the hopeful prayer

#1758 (#045)

the click of our love

the keys that we each keep safe

the love lock witness

#1757 (#044)

cocklebells dripping

playing the song that signal

the world warming up

#1756 (#043)

becoming someone

through antonomasia

my name left behind

#1755 (#042)

let's lampoon that man

send him to the sillograph

take him down some pegs

#1754 (#041)

fucking mellyvous man

with a voicebox full of hate

he spews over all

#1753

the cabbage dragon

swooped above the moon and lost

his way home for months

---

From words on page 91 of Roverandom by JRR Tolkien (HarperCollinsPublishers, 2013).

#1752 (#040)

the old trusty mug

the sound of biscuit in tea

a dunker’s delight

#1751 (#039)

i can't understand

having one dog let alone

polydoggery 

#1750 (#038)

vox pop avoidance

round the creepy-peepy crew

with a quick shuffle

#1749 (#037)

a stall stocked so full,

this mirabiliary

was one to admire!

#1748

take you everywhere

know roughly where i'm going

have time to stretch/stop

---

From words on page 19 of Lessons for Young Artists by David Gentleman (Penguin, 2025 [Kindle Edition]).

#1747 (#036)

hobby-horsical

a mind only on one thing

things that steam and smoke

#1746

gentle, still and cold the fields fast asleep in the winter solstice sun

---

Written for the December Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, Winter solstice, but was entered late.

#1745 (#035)

a curious fox

in a nail-sick shack wonders

at this new rainfall

#1744

only the evergreens will greet the winter solstice outdoors it's lonely

---

Written for the December Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, Winter solstice, but was entered late.

#1743 (#034)

thought he had you but

was just ignoratio 

elenchi instead

#1742 (#033)

botryoidal love

at the start so bountiful

so slim by the end

#1741 (#032) and #46

all my hidden thoughts,

intentions, dressed up fancy

arrière-pensée

*

if I make it french

will it be fancy instead?

“arrière-pensée!”

hmm, it sounds more like ballet

than scheming and treachery

#1740 (#031)

sad eyes greet the sound

of the monkey's dinner-bell

that only throws seeds

#1739 (#030)

it just keeps coming

incessant argutation

after each sentence

#1738 (#029)

at the tomb’s entrance

the lady errant paused briefly

savouring her win

#1737 (#028)

they don't tip, ever.

because they’re dine-and-dashers.

battlelines are drawn.

#1736 (#027)

eating over time

bit by bit, parcelmeal, to

fight acid reflux

#1735 (#026)

does every class have

a sabo king in its midst -

a chaos merchant?

#1734 (#025)

to loosen your mind

i grease your hands with palm oil

for pounds change morals 

#1733

bookshop inspired i

write, research, fight, introduce…

my evil monkey

---

From words on page 56 of More Days at the Morisaki Bookshop in With Love from The Morisaki Bookshop by Satoshi Yagisawa, translated by Eric Ozawa (Manilla Press, 2024).

#1732 (#024)

far apart always

we only heard the carcade

it was not for us

#1731 (#023)

new-broom through my life

changing unhealthy habits 

to stave off the crows

#1730 (#022)

moving in circles

our murmurations give me 

rinkomania

#1729 (#021)

the nefandous things 

hiding close by all around 

waiting for a slip

#1728 (#020)

the word-pecker bird

in the dictionary tree

savours every leaf

#1727 (#019)

pandemic lover

interested in bodies

but not heads or hearts

#1726 (#018)

we've done it in bed -

feet reaching out to rub, bite

like we're anguipedes

#1725 (#017)

when my tortoise mind

finally gets to the scene

you'll see latter wit

#1724 (#016)

a colourful van

full of young mysteriarchs 

often at fairgrounds

#1723 (#015)

that would be a dream:

to write anything for cash/

make potboil stew

#1722

a scarecrow poet

standing in view of The Strand

hopes not to repel

---

Written for the November Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, Scarecrow.

#1721 (#014)

steam and not a mist

only rising where there's sun

i feel so bumbazed

#1720

scarecrow cremations

fill the air so they can fly

as they dreamed they would

---

Written for the November Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, Scarecrow.

#1719 (#013)

all the word-music

all the flowery language

was just paper lies

#1718

android neighborhood,

10:22: a sudden

alarm, the shutter.

---

From words on page 16 of Days at the Morisaki Bookshop in With Love from The Morisaki Bookshop by Satoshi Yagisawa, translated by Eric Ozawa (Manilla Press, 2024).

#1717 (#012)

big pillowy bowl

easing me into the day

Dutch baby breakfast

#1716 (#011)

ew, that goopiness

from your nose with a bad cold

how it fills tissues 

#1715 (#010)

the riverain towns 

of sprites, imps, fairies and gnomes

are so hard to find

#1714 (#009)

books bought to impress

to hoard and not to be read

you bibliotaph

#1713 (#008)

secluded by heat

the Pompeii worm sits safely

in it's own bubble 

#1712 (#007)

watching carefully

to understand every word

labiomancy

#1711 (#006)

they’re hiding somewhere

but that is all that i know

of unknown unknowns

#1710

scarecrows stand stoic,

still. no noisy jump scares, they

silently menace

---

Written for the November Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, Scarecrow, and edited slightly for publication.

#1709 (#005)

the bus stop people

embroiled deep in mauvais langue -

ears must be burning

#1707 and #1708 (#004)

space to breathe / make notes

anopisthographical

in betweens all blank

*

a book with thick leaves

anopisthographical

what's hidden by glue?

#1706 (#003)

your sumpsimus ways!

let me live in the past please -

there is comfort here.

#1704 and #1705 (#002)

late education

they call it opsimathy

i am ready now

*

older lib'ry folk

engaged in opsimathy

silent excitement 

#1703 (#001)

they called out, “prosit,”

again and a watching fox 

asked why they did so