|Geplaatst op 23 november, 2018 om 18:45||reacties (0)|
Barking Mad Haiku
An anthology of dog haiku to celebrate the Year of the Dog
I am happy to share the news about a barking mad collection of dog poems by twenty haiku poets, published by bicadeideias. This year is the year of the dog, which started on my birthday. As a dog lover and guardian of lost souls, I wanted to celebrate this special occasion. What better way to do that than through poetry. So I ran into this project, tail wagging. The result is a little anthology of dog haiku by other poets and myself including mixed media art on each double spread. The aim was to keep it short and simple in order to appeal to a wider audience. I want to thank all the contributors for jumping onboard. Special thanks goes to Michael Dylan Welch for his support, guidance, and the blurb. I also want to thank all those who helped behind the scenes in one way or another. The print booklet in premium quality is available now for pre-order through bicadeideias publishing. You can message or email me corine(dot)timmer(at)icloud(dot)com and I will send you the details. All proceeds will go to two local dog charities in Portugal, where I live. The book will be released on 30 November 2018. Enjoy the trailer! Barking Mad haiku
bicadeideias publishing ISBN 978 989 99760 1 6
|Geplaatst op 29 oktober, 2018 om 17:10||reacties (0)|
It´s tIme again for Susanna Leonard Hill´s Halloweensie Contest. YAY!
Snap Apple Fright (99 words)
By Corine Timmer (second entry)
On the night of All Hallows’ Eve,
Granny Smith a plan did weave.
Ever since the village kids’ foolery,
Her thoughts had grown ultra-delusory.
Dressed in rags and a witch’s shawl,
She sneaked into the village hall.
In the cauldrons her apples were nodding.
Their plan would surely get somebody sobbing.
She injected each apple with cochineal cream,
A potion so red it could make you scream.
When the villagers flocked to the feast,
Granny Smith escaped on her beast.
In a shiver of wind she could hear the howls,
And all the little devils threw in their towels.