Clerihews for Haiku Editors—Past

Clerihews for Haiku Editors—Past First published in Prune Juice #22, July 2017, on pages 21, 38, 61, 82, and 103. I originally wrote most of these clerihews in November and December of 2005, with additions in 2006, 2013, 2014, and 2017. See also “Clerihews for Haiku Editors—Present” and “Clerihews for Haiku Editors—And Then Some.”       +      + Past Editors                                                                                                 Stephen R. Addiss                                                                                                 used to like haggis;                                                                                                 now he loves haiga                                                                                                 except in the taiga. David Bingham wears no gingham while choosing ku to share with you.                                                                                                 Jeanne Emrich                                                                                                 has a new trick:                                                                                                 planting haiga seeds                                                                                                 with her journal Reeds. Lorin Ford fills a gourd a hundred times with ku sans rhymes.                                                                                                 Terri L. French                                                                                                 is one feisty wench—                                                                                                 sending her prunes                                                                                                 causes her swoons. Carolyn Hall stands very tall in the haiku crowd— she won’t be cowed.                                                                                                 Christopher Herold                                                                                                 never imperiled                                                                                                 a haiku submitter                                                                                                 whether happy or bitter. William the Higginson is fond of each season, and wherever he goes it rains . . . or it snows.                                                                                                 Dorothy Howard                                                                                                 is no coward—                                                                                                 sunbathing when its hailing,                                                                                                 printing haiku that are “failing.” Ken Jones holds the phones when haibun reading consumes his evening.                                                                                                 Martin Lucas                                                                                                 reduces mucus                                                                                                 in haiku submissions—                                                                                                 among his missions. A. C. Missias rhymes with Tobias— it’s gender we don’t know . . . so on we go.                                                                                                 Paul Pfleuger, Jr.                                                                                                 is surely a senior                                                                                                 at gendai haiku                                                                                                 that make it new. David Priebe may give you a freebie of his monthly haiku journal, so consistent it’s infernal.                                                                                                 Bruce Ross                                                                                                 rides a hoss,                                                                                                 proclaiming the nature                                                                                                 of haiku nomenclature. Alexis Rotella writes no novella— it’s just haiku she’d rather do.                                                                                                 Robert Spiess                                                                                                 loved to increase                                                                                                 the quality of ku                                                                                                 written by you. Ebba Story’s never sorry for choosing quality —it’s her prerogaty.                                                                                                 George Swede                                                                                                 smokes no weed                                                                                                 unless his honey                                                                                                 says its funny. Charlie Trumbull likes the rumble of modern haiku— if it’s fresh and new.                                                                                                 Cor van den Heuvel                                                                                                 never called for removal                                                                                                 of “tundra” from his books—                                                                                                 gaining sad and happy looks. Dick Whyte holds no spite for those who won’t write you topical haiku.