Thursday, July 1, 2010

High Coup Journal - July 2010 Issue

(Photo by Ann Wright, Plymouth, IN)



Rosemary Foster (Bloomington, IN)

Marti Fuerst (Rapid City, SD)

Quinn Gilbert (Shelburne, VT)

Jacob Glenn

Aaron Owens (Terre Haute, IN)

Eli Van Sickel (Terre Haute, IN)


Editor’s Note:

A time for new things,
like picking a new ice cream
or dropping the soap.


Jacob Glenn

Feb. 23

balloon removal
can i borrow your blow gun?
goodbye helium

Feb. 23

oh my sweet coffee
make me a jitterbug pro
my blood is creamy

Jan. 19

I sip my coffee
say goodbye constipation
my bowels are moved

Jan. 19

such a peaceful rain
I do value your effort
but my grass is dead


Aaron Owens


Debbie can’t find out.
Long. Firm. White cream fills my mouth.
Gotta love Twinkies.


Marti Fuerst

Mucus advances
seizing nasal passageways.
I wave white Kleenex.

Dog barks at darkness.
Alarm must be on the fritz.
Cyborg-vet needed.

Take solace in that
when the zombies rise to feed
these dopes will die first.


Eli Van Sickel

Submitting this work
For your consideration
Please show me some love

Dog shit and flowers:
Two things that smell different
-ly to me at night.


Quinn Gilbert

Signal from a Shattered Earth

Last vestige of us:
You the plumber?...Yeah babe, I'm
Here to lay some pipe.


This is my treatise
on life, and it’s pretty deep:
Alarm clock rings…Fuck.


Rosemary Foster

Hearing you have sex
Makes me want to fucking puke
So please mom shut up

OMG goth kids
Scary ass mother fuckers
Done up like corpses

Public swimming pool
Chemical filled oasis
Bikini clad whores

I know it says to
taste the rainbow but could you
stop licking my shirt?


July 2010 AWESOME SAUCE: Aaron Owens

The Little Boy’s Nightmare

Surrounded by balls
A dozen sweaty bodies
Trapped in the “Ball Pit”


Send in your haiku!
August won't just write itself
(unless I'm on crack)!

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  1. Aaron Owens, you are fabulous!

  2. Thank you, Madame Cait.
    I live to write saucily
    And eat chocolate.


  3. Hmm...

    Reading this issue, alongside the blog's dismissal of "Meditative haiku about nature," it's easy to see why "witty haiku" remains almost wholly absent in the literary world: poems in this vein tend to be more about showing how clever the writer can be, not about an exploration of form or content.

    For most readers, witty haiku stands alongside limmericks: occasionally funny, rarely worth a great deal of time.

    A funny Facebook status is rarely funny outside of Facebook.