Poetry Month #8: A Fibonacci Poem by Karen O’Leary


and dwell,
mingling mute,
in the world’s beauty.
The cumulus clouds wave over
the field until the tide changes, and the moon’s light shines.

By Karen O’Leary

Karen O’Leary is a writer and editor from West Fargo, ND. She has published poetry, short stories, and articles in a variety of venues including, Frogpond, A Hundred Gourds, Haiku Pix, bear creek haiku, Now This: Contemporary Poems of Beginnings, Renewals and Firsts, Creative Inspirations, and cattails. She currently edits an online poetry journal called Whispers, http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/

Poetry Month #5: Cherita by Bill Waters

don’t be mad!
a tentative smile
a shy glance
a tiny golden weed-flower
you offer
between finger and thumb

[Atlas Poetica 27, March 2017]


I was just a kid
I knew a lot less
than I thought I did
about life, and I spurned
love that did not suit me
to my later regret

[Atlas Poetica 27, March 2017]


in the deep of the night
I hear a cat
playing in the hall —
pouncing, pouncing,
and then bouncing down the stairs
a plastic ball

[Atlas Poetica 27, March 2017]


Bill Waters adds–I thought your readers might be interested in the form, which has just gotten a big boost from Atlas Poetica. ai li, the creator of the cherita form, teamed up with editor M. Kei to pull together a large compilation of them.

Poetry Month Is Fast Approaching–Send Miriam’s Well A Poem!

Happy spring equinox! Hot Springs is in my rear view mirror-sad to leave, happy to be home! Or actually, headed out on some more travels, and then home! It’s a restless time of year–spring fever!

Looking ahead–April is poetry month. I’ll be blogging a poem a day, often using work from the last year of the blog. But mostly YOUR work!

Miriam’s Well is glad to blog previously published work–just send the credit. Please send the poem in the body of the email as well as by attachment or pdf. Fancy indentations and italics don’t work too well in wordpress, so these may get lost. Also–looking for concrete poems, 1 word poems, tiny poems, images that might “count” as poems, haiga, translations, and more. Email for blog is msagan10#5@aol.com


Weathergrams done with kids–and some adults–at Ozark cultural center, Hot Springs National Park

Fond Farewell to Poetry Month

April isn’t my cruelest month, because it is my birthday month, Poetry Month, and Santa Fe is full of lilacs and…hail, snow, sleet, and rain. All of which are a treat in the desert.

Poetry Month gives me a chance to review–and re-blog–work on Miriam’s Well and this round I was glad to add some new poets too as well as new work by favorite contributors.

The semester is ending, and I’m humming “school’s out forever” because even though it will start again, summer vacation just feels wonderfully endless at its start.

So–what to blog? Some prose, images, news…and yes, always poetry. Planning a cross country trip full of roadside art, food, and a mini residency. SO I hope to report on between here and there–God willing & the creek don’t rise, as my husband Rich says.

What do you want to read? What do you want to write?

Send me something–I’ve got a particular yen for haibun, flash memoir, and musings on identity.


Poetry Month #30: Pow Wow Haiku

We had a very special time at Gathering of Nations yesterday in Albuquerque. Incredible dancing, gorgeous regalia, and unusual crafts from all over the Americas.

The atmosphere manages to be festive, exciting, and down home at the same time. It’s a pleasure to be there even if it is the hard seats of the Pit!

And many tiny intimate moments in the crowd lend themselves to haiku:

pow wow dancer
in feathered headdress
checks his cell phone

hand mirror glace,
the jungle dancer takes
one last stitch


Photo from Wikipedia, which has an unusually informative article.

Poetry Month #29: Taste of Hate by Behzad Dayeny


I tasted hatred once
Placed in my mouth
And I began to chew,
A lot like tough meat
Stringy and chewy
Although, I must admit
It was well seasoned to
A kind of bitter sweet.
As I swallowed it down
Like an energy drink
It got my heart racing
What an invigorating feeling
Felt like I had just received
A big shot of courage
I wallowed in this feeling
Till it worked its way through
Then I began to feel the pain.
Like a bleeding ulcer
It began to cut me to shreds
Making me want to scream.
Since then I’ve been more careful
I have learned to avoid it
I’ve learned to refuse it
Though on countless occasions
It has been offered to me
On a silver platter


This poem is forthcoming in “The Santa Fe Literary Review”–look for it in autumn, 2016

Poetry Month #24: Sandhill Cranes Pantoum by Ursula Moeller

One of the most read poems on the blog–Poetry Month #24

Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond

Sandhill Cranes, Bosque del Apache

Orion overhead, nature’s cycles,
our sunrise breath hangs smoking
frozen silhouettes reflect in water
like Japanese painting strokes

our sunrise breath hangs smoking
shrill crane’s ancient honking
like Japanese painting strokes
karoo karoo greets a newborn day

crane’s ancient honking in minor key
night-frost crystals encrust
karoo karoo greets a newborn day
gangly stiff knees bend backwards

night-frost crystals encrust
like mine of a sometime morning
cold stiff knees bend backwards
legs slender as lakeside sedges

sometimes like mine of a morning
limbs barely support feather bustle
legs slender as lakeside sedges
red-capped cranes mate for life

limbs barely support feather bustle
daily quest for winter’s food
red-capped cranes mate for life
coyote lurks behind tamarisk

daily quest for winter’s food
undulating necklace pink at dawn
coyote lurks behind tamarisk
wingbeats whistle, necks extend

crane-necklace undulates, pink at dawn
silhouettes overhead reflect in water

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