one from ~ Haiku Page

translation: jq zheng

by Jeffrey Winke

spilled moonlight

on a near-calm lake

I bathe in her touch

~ previously published in row of pine

   and translated for Haiku Page

Only after telling her . . .

photo: amy murre klemm

by Jeffrey Winke

Only after telling her…

…in a hasty cell call that he’s at a bar called NEPO does he realize that he read the neon window sign backwards.

long day

      a memory becomes

               today’s worry

~ first published in Modern Haiku   

Three Haiku

artwork: ralph murre

Three Haiku  by Jeffrey Winke

her glance…

I see it in her

the devil

thin light

a shiver of wind

defines her shape

by chance

she rubs an erect nipple

against my arm

~ Previously published in Ppigpenn

coquette

digital art: ralph murre

stripped bare

she closes the blinds

to the leafless tree

  . . . Jeffrey Winke                         

~ previously published in coquette (Distant Thunder Press)

Three from ~ row of pine ~

photo: ralph murre

Three from row of pine

By Jeffrey Winke

predawn snow

a tall pine

eases into the sky

row of pine

each in its own way

        an icy gray sky

winter moraine

silence of sumac . . .

the howl of wind

~ previously published in row of pine (Distant Thunder Press)

Mischievous Eyes While Wondering

Mischievous Eyes While Wondering

by Jeffrey Winke

With a grimace of reluctance and a dramatic sigh, she gently peels away the sequin-encrusted magenta-color padded satin sleep mask that was custom crafted for her by the flamboyant artist-friend, Maximillian, who secretly collects office staplers - his favorite being the 1954 Tatum Aluminum Stapler with its "extra penetrating power" as the old advertisement boasted - and she rubbed the sandman's work from the corner of her mischievous eyes while wondering if her succumbing completely to the delicious enticements of the suave vampire had really happened last night or was it merely a longing fantasy in a dream that left her sweaty, breathless and satiated.

white of her teeth

after she finishes

a big yawn

~ previously published in I’ll Tell You So (Cross + Roads Press)

THREE

artwork: david thompson

             Three                                                                                            

                 by Jeffrey Winke

somewhere . . .

in the crowded bar . . .

my blind friend  

rural tavern

leaning against the jukebox

someone’s chainsaw 

biker bar

the toilet tank

bolted to the wall

~ previously published in Bar Code  (Little Eagle Press)

3 From Coquette

cover photo: lev dolgachov

3 from coquette
by Jeffrey Winke


coquette
the way her voice
lingers in the air


her tongue
when she says
“lovely”


slowly undressing
the sound of dry leaves
rustling in the wind


~ first published in coquette (Distant Thunder Press)

JUST TOUCH THE WIZARDRY . . .

artwork: jeffrey winke

Just Touch the Wizardry of the Moment
by Jeffrey Winke

This shiny black night
With its colored birds and neon nature
Reminds the summer that it is us

There is juke box music and restless cars
But it does not matter

Because I am in your deep night
Where meteorites and lightning bolts
Just touch the wizardry of the moment

To each other. . .
We are alive tonight.

~ previously published in the Third Coast Archives and
in an opus to the likes of all