A boy swims alone
In sea reaching to the sun.
Look! His head! Gleaming!


—Michael J. Barney
        

About the author: Michael J. Barney works for a multi-national insurance megalith (not, alas, the same one as Wallace Stevens) where he toils day and night to facilitate the transfer of wealth from one pocket to another within the same pair of pants. In his spare time he scribbles poems, dotes on his wife, speculates on why Leonard Cohen and Jacques Brel are not as popular in America as Ricky Martin or Britney Spears and runs Gravity Presses (lest we all float away) Inc., a small press publisher of poetry chapbooks and a quarterly magazine, Now Here Nowhere. He can be contacted at mikeb50 at hotmail.com.

 

Responses to the haiku for 6 July 2001 by Michael J. Barney

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    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-04-16 11:21:13
     

    michael
    i understand the point, the picture, you are trying to paint.
    for some reason it emerged rather jumble.

    remake time, or i wonder if i might say suggestion time???

    case in point:

    A boy swims alone
    his head gleems and...
    touches the sun.



    or something along this line. you have marvelous vision, a "little" more development in your writings, would take you to the next level.

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