Clerihews for Haiku Editors—Present

First published in
Prune Juice #23, November 2017, on pages 53, 68, 86, 99, and 117. 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—Past” and “Clerihews for Haiku Editors—And Then Some.”       +       +



Present Editors



                                                                                                Susan Antolin
                                                                                                keeps it goin’—
                                                                                                we’d be forlorn
                                                                                                without Acorn.


John Barlow
puts a carload
of ku into Snapshot
he’s no crackpot.


                                                                                                Randy Brooks
                                                                                                publishes books;
                                                                                                haiku’s always in ’em,
                                                                                                seemingly ad infinitum.


Cherie Hunter Day
has her haiku say
in many different ways
setting journals ablaze.


                                                                                                Stanford R. Forrester
                                                                                                used to be a choirister;
                                                                                                now bottle rockets rise
                                                                                                over Connecticut skies.


Ferris Gilli
isn’t silly
’bout haiku—
that’s sure true.


                                                                                                LeRoy Gorman
                                                                                                is the foreman
                                                                                                of haiku as we know it
                                                                                                by every Canadian poet.


Lee Gurga
never wears fur ga-
loshes at work as a dentist
—it wouldn’t be centrist.


                                                                                                Steve Hodge
                                                                                                likes to lodge
                                                                                                in senryu lands
                                                                                                with both hands.


Jim Kacian
loves to vacation,
but to every distant nook
he takes his haiku notebook.


                                                                                                Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy
                                                                                                surely is worthy,
                                                                                                choosing haiku to fit
                                                                                                into Blithe Spirit.


David McMurray
is in no hurray
to publish haiku
that’s just about you.


                                                                                                Scot Metz
                                                                                                seeks and getz
                                                                                                gendai ku
                                                                                                for you to chew.


Mr. Paul Miller
is a poetry pillar—
he’ll remember you
when editing ku.


                                                                                                Ban’ya Natsuishi,
                                                                                                it’s easy to see,
                                                                                                thinks the pope can fly
                                                                                                in the Ginyu sky.


Christopher Patchel
in his satchel
keeps a ku
just for you.


                                                                                                Matthew Paul
                                                                                                has it all—
                                                                                                quite a pedigree
                                                                                                in haiku poetry.


John Stevenson
reads a ton
of haiku every year
while drinking sake . . . or beer.


                                                                                                Ian Storr
                                                                                                loves to implore
                                                                                                that you write
                                                                                                with Presence in sight.


Alan Summers
never winters
on the Riviera—
no haiku there-a.


                                                                                                Michael Dylan Welch
                                                                                                has been heard to squelch
                                                                                                5-7-5s—
                                                                                                they give him hives.


Don Wentworth
loves to unearth
good short poems
on jeroboams.


                                                                                                Jeffrey Woodward’s
                                                                                                selecting words
                                                                                                for fine haibun
                                                                                                to make you swoon.