Clerihews for Haiku Editors—Present

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.