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.