Haiku by Maurizio Brancaleoni
bagno all'alba:
la scia del sole tra alluce e illice
bathing at dawn —
the sun glitter between hallux and index toe
*
mattino calmo:
un mosaico d'impronte di piccioni
quiet morning —
a mosaic of pigeon footprints
*
luna calante:
vespe e formiche su carcassa di pane
waning moon —
wasps and ants on bread carcass
*
mattina presto:
cammino nei solchi del SUV sulla sabbia
early morning —
I walk in the ruts of the SUV on the sand
*
rough sea —
the cat's lapping
in the plant saucer
mare agitato:
il lappare del gatto
nel sottovaso
*
luna di tre dì:
il pomfo della puntura interrotta
three-day moon —
wheal of the interrupted puncture
*
mare calmo di mattina:
le zampe rosse dei piccioni
calm morning sea —
red feet of the pigeons
*
malato al sole:
le zampe fredde della mosca
ill in the sun —
cold feet of the fly
*
cirrocumuli:
la chiave dell'auto
fa da cotton fioc
cirrocumuli —
the car key
serves as a cotton swab
*
ascelle al vento:
l'insetto non riesce
a rigirarsi
armpits to the wind —
the bug can't
flip back over
*
dopo il mare
anche sporche le mani
sembran pulite
after the seaside
even if dirty
hands feel clean
*
restless wasps —
the lonely old man
from person to person
vespe irrequiete:
il vecchio solo
di persona in persona
*
ora di pranzo:
condizionatore di
sopravvivenza
lunch time —
survival
conditioner
*
notte d'estate:
centro zanzare
mentre il sonno mi elude
summer night —
I hit mosquitoes squarely
while sleep eludes me
*
mese d'agosto:
anche le case rosse
si spelleranno?
August —
will even the red houses
start to peel?
*
niente acqua per
le labbra secche:
lamiere lucenti
no water for
dry lips —
shining floor plates
*
vento in spiaggia:
una mano sul cell
l’altra sull’ombrellone
wind at the seaside —
one hand on the phone
the other on the beach umbrella
*
Pronto soccorso:
la zanzara bruna
non trova l'orecchio
Emergency Room —
the brown mosquito
can't find the ear
*
bocca sdentata:
alcune case senza
tenda da sole
gap-toothed mouth —
some houses have
no awning
*
vespa vasaia:
una solitudine tranquilla
potter wasp —
a tranquil solitude
*
nascondendosi
nell'orto il gatto
svicola indisturbato
hiding
in the garden the cat
sneaks away undisturbed
*
primi rovesci:
sotto la giacca a vento
la canottiera
first downpours —
under the windbreaker
a tank top
Maurizio Brancaleoni lives near Rome, Italy.
He holds a master's degree in Language and Translation Studies from Sapienza University. His haiku and senryu have appeared in Dadakuku, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Under The Bashō, Horror Senryu Journal, Cold Moon Journal, Scarlet Dragonfly, Memorie di una geisha, Rakuen, Haiku Corner, Pure Haiku, Five Fleas, Shadow Pond Journal, Haikuniverse, Asahi Haikuist, Plum Tree Tavern and Wales Haiku Journal. In 2023 one of his micropoems was nominated for a Touchstone Award, while a horror ku originally featured in the Halloween-themed issue of Scarlet Dragonfly was re-published in this year's Dwarf Stars anthology.
Maurizio manages “Leisure Spot", a bilingual blog where he posts interviews, reviews and translations: https://leisurespotblog.blogspot.com/p/interviste-e-recensioni-interviews-and.html
does not believe in the miracles of the Mountain Fairies
of the world forgives love!
The poet cooks the word
in the magic of poetry,
in the chain the verses of the verses
stigmatizes renegades
with the measure of memory
in the arboreal fireplace.
Poet, in verse
the storm and the sun in the sun bring,
the figures are planted with love,
under the word
it bakes a world
that you don’t know
fused into crystal…
on the poetic harp you compress it.
The poet dreams
Aphrodite in the light of the lantern,
and he engraves the stalagmites in the cave
in the poetry book
AFTER CENTURIES
After centuries we will get drunk
On the salty altar
we will remember your escape in the spring,
the colors will change,
there will be neither red, nor black, nor green
it will be only blue;
there will be no age, only death
neither school, nor court, nor work,
the whole thing will be like a game…
there will be sea in overtime
life will develop there in the depths,
ships will sail without gas
my dear
The air will be polluted
and the oxygen will be rarefied,
rain will not fall, nor snow, nor typhoon
there won’t be, everything will be the same
in ruins of centuries,
abandoned houses that people are looking for,
fierce wars will be fought
they will cry: bread, air and palaces
with your absence,
that day will come after a few centuries,
where you and I will eat in glass dishes
and we will knit the verses
on the silk fabric,
they will be fed to the spotted birds
and drunk, that day will come very soon,
my love…
these verses will be: proof of a love.
Lan Qyqalla, graduated from the Faculty of Philology in the branch of Albanian language and literature in Prishtina, from Republika of Kosovo. He is a professor of the Albanian language in the Gymnasium. He has written in many newspapers, portals, Radio, TV, and Magazines in the Albanian language and in English, Romanian, Francophone, Turkish, Arabic, Italian, Greek, Swedish, Hindu, Spanish, and Korean.
(Peg-leg) Frida“They thought I was a surrealist
but I wasn’t. I painted my own reality.”
Self-Portrait in a Velvet Dress
With Necklace
With hair loose
With monkeys
With necklace of thorns
On the borderline between Mexico and U.S.
Portrait of Luther Burbank as hybrid: half man, half tree
Henry Ford Hospital or The Flying Bed: The Miscarriage
My birth
I suckle
Memory
or the Heart
The Two Fridas with Cropped Hair
The Dream
or the Bed
Self-Portrait with Braid
Thinking about Death
Me and My Parents
Thinking of Diego
The Broken Column
Without Hope
The Wounded Deer
Nucleus of Creation
Flower of Life
The Last Embrace of the Universe
Marxism Will Give Health to the Sick
Death is a Friend
Remedio Varo: The Mexican Years: Reversed
Phenomenon of Weightlessness
Still Life Reviving
Spiral Transit
The Arid Path
Vegetable Architecture
Vegetarian Vampires
Phenomenon
Unsubmissive Plant
Embroidering the Earth’s Mantle
Woman Leaving the Psychoanalyst
To Be Reborn
Ascension to Mount Analogue
Disturbing Prescence
Mimesis
Encounter
Hairy Locomotion
(for a) Cancer Ward (the mural)
Farewell
Celestial Pablum
Creation of Birds
Vegetable Cathedral
Magical Flight
Star Catcher
Magical Flight
Star Catcher
Three Destinies
Discovering
Useless Science (The Alchemist)
Solar Music
Weaving of Time and Space
Extreme Art Material: Memorial Art Gallery (2006)
Particulate Matter (smog) on porcelain plate with gold enamel
Garden hose, nylon cable ties and steel
Carrot Wheel: carrots
Plaster, pigment, shipping tags and SUV exhaust
The Ruin: U.S. five-dollar bill erased
Colors in Water: Superior: recycled metal zippers
Found Portraits from the Cambodian Killing Fields of Tuoi Sleng
Small Island: Smoke on silver plated tray
Natatorium Cactus: Swimming pool cover and cable ties
Untitled: Pencil shavings
Treasure Map: found drug bags and thread (Philadelphia)
Metamorphosis: Human hair and glue
Allergy Series: Polyurethane and dog hair, Polyurethane and
contents of vacuum bag
Untitled: Polyurethane and toilet paper, polyurethane and
Cigarette butts, epoxy, and dryer lint
Topographic Solution: Fish skins, fishing line, pigment, and steel
Geography of Thought: Pennies and wire
I Wonder: Orange peel and waxed linen thread
Eggshells mixed with resin
Peach pits mixed with resin
Twister: Bones, glue, sealants, glass, and silver
Untitled: Hair and glue on canvas
Untitled: Duck Sauce packets
Untitled: Blood, gold leaf, resin, and clay on board
After Vermeer: 4,669 spools of thread, clear vinyl tubing, aluminum
hanging apparatus, 4-inch clear acrylic sphere and steel stand
There’s No Comfort in the Truth: Recycled cassette tape
Gravity’s Rainbow: Paper collage, pills, hemp leaves, acrylic and
resin on wood
Eccentric Lives and Peculiar Notions Scrambled
Charles and Marjory Johnson, Lancaster, CA, the last stubborn,
flat earth doctrine defenders
Describing the community that dwelt within the earth
Miss Bevan as Nesta Webster author of spine-chilling accounts
Of hidden forces beneath the surface of history
The Christ Conspiracy: The Greatest Story Never Told
Path of the Pole: Cataclysmic Poles Shifting Alters Geology
Mind Control =World Control
The Bridge to Infinity
Liquid Conspiracy: Truth behind the acronyms: JFK, LSD,
CIA, Area 51, and UFO’s
The Man Who Got Letters from Statues
Stones of the Temple of the Dragon erected by Welsh Druid
revivalists
Lost Continents and Hollow Earth
Other Findings of Revisionist Geographer
Extraterrestrial Archaeology
Worlds in Collision
Occult Ether Physics
People with Holes in Their Heads
The Lost Teaching of Atlantic
Atlantis the Antediluvian World
Architects of the Underworld
Men and Gods in Mongolia
Photographs of “flying saucers around the mother ship”
The Ant-gravity Handbook
NASA, Nazis, and JFK
The Harmonic Conquest of Space
The Purpose, Intent and Overview of Extraterrestrial Visitations
Somewhere in the Night
The Fallen Sky
The Bomb that Fell on America
The Many Lives of Lee Miller (abridged)
As model
Nude studies as a full developed teenager by her father
Work as a fashion designer
Controversial Model for first Kotex Ad
Solarized by Man Ray
Her Work as a Photographer
As a subject of Surrealists
As a Surrealist
Man Ray’s Nude Bent Forward was Lee
The shadow pattern on her torso by Man Ray
Breakfasting in bed reading with Tanja Ramm beneath a wall
hanging by Cocteau
The lips for Man Ray’s iconic The Lovers
Portrait Photographer of Gertrude Lawerence
Josephy Cornell superimposed with ne of his many objects
Sel-Portrait as Fashionista
Married in Egypt shooting frame from the top of Great Pyramid
Her Portrait of Space inspiration for Magritte’s, La Baiser
The Picasso Abstract Portrait of Lee
Literally charming snakes in Egypt 1938
Her suggestive (erect) Cock Rock (formation)
Duty calls as a War Correspondent in Europe
Glum Glory in her uniform off to document the war
Posed at the entrance of an Air raid shelter with mask, eye shield
and air raid danger warning whistle
A “non-conformist chapel” as rubble
Bombed out, “Bridge of Sighs” London
Shattered roof of University College reflected in pool of rainwater
Henry Moore in a suit sketching in Holborn underground station
While Londoners huddle beneath blankets trying to sleep
Emergency field surgery, Normandy
Lee in uniform in Picasso’s liberated studio, Paris
Colette, Aged 71, embroidering in her apartment
Moroccan troops outfitted for winter in snow, Alsace
Dead soldier, “There is a good German. He is dead!”
Suicide daughter of Burgermeister, Leipzig reclining on a couch
Statues covered by camouflaged nets make a landscape like a
Painting by Yves Tanguy, Germany 1945
Among the first to enter the camps: Dachau dead, 1945
Lee bathing in Hitler’s bathtub, Munich 1945
Lee dressed as Marcel Duchamp’s Mona Lisa at a party c)1954
After she died her son found trunks of her work stored in the attic,
He had no idea she had been a photographer
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your dead father must be proud
flick a booger
across the room
somewhere in hell
your dead father
must be proud
i still catch a
glimpse of him
when i look in
the mirror or
i can hear him
when i start to
laugh at times
it takes everything
i have to not punch
glass or slit my throat
not every crisis
can be solved
with just a few
deep breaths
i have learned
over the years
a glass of something
strong and a woman
willing to put her heels
into the pit of your soul
can do the trick every
time
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a few years at least
trying not to stare
at this beautiful
black woman
with curves in
all the right
places
i have a little
time left before
i am truly a
dirty old man
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an overpass down by the river
i am not looking
forward to dying
alone
but the odds aren't
in my favor of that
ever changing
i figure i might have
a few twists and turns
in the works,
but knowing my luck
that will include dirty
cardboard and living
under an overpass
down by the river
i'm probably a few
years away from
being a springsteen
song
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where even the animals
you'd cry yourself
to sleep if you could
only find the tears
broken,
discarded
a blues song in a
gutter where even
the animals don't
dare to piss
she was this drop
dead beauty
soft, angelic skin
a laugh that immediately
made you feel safe
she'd kiss you like her
life depended on it
as usual in this too
busy fucking world
you lose touch
days become months
and one day you feel
the urge to check the
obituaries
caught dancing with
a train
holes in the carpet
tomorrow makes
no sense
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agony says i love you
think of the pain
as a hug from an
old lover
she brushes her hand
across your jeans and
your heart begins to
flutter
of course,
the pain is never
like that
a large knife driven
into your soul, twisted
until agony says i love
you
they tell me i have
a high pain tolerance
not sure what good
that does me anymore
i would pray for death
but i have been disappointed
enough already
break out the watercolors
put on some john coltrane
pretend the talent is still there
how does one paint out
a depression
shallow lines on cardboard
exhaustion hopefully will win
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, Mad Swirl, The Beatnik Cowboy, Disturb the Universe Magazine and The Rye Whiskey Review. His most recent chapbook, with Casey Renee Kiser, Altered States of The Unflinching Souls, is now out in the world. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
