Fall’s air settling cold outside swirling Autumn’s leaves around Cirrus clouds in nippy blue from drying cornfields cawing sound. Laughter comes from little ones at a scarecrow’s crooked hat Kinfolk gathering around with hot ciders in hands they chat. Late afternoon shadows long cabin’s door closing behind The hearth’s warm flickering flames embraces like a…

distracting desire love’s a dream passing at night lingering perfume lingering perfume hints of love’s reality even in our dreams even in our dreams that perfect time of true love lasting an instant lasting an instant fleeting love that might have been never seen again never seen again a love so pure it blinds us…

There is no word limit for your entries. HOWEVER, we are also looking for haiku entries, if you are so inclined : ) The triggers for this month are lines taken from the following two texts. Find them here: BAMBOO RIDGE Issue Number 96, NO CHOICE BUT TO FOLLOW, by Jean Yamasaki Toyama, Juliet S….

threads of silver dots trailed down the moi’s back streaking into an elevator grey into black broken tips pulled apart she caressed its glistening white underbelly she knew it was something to keep her warm she released its body in the delectable downstream along its scaled sides her fingers rolled pushing it towards the gritty…

Dark symbols curve gracefully, twist, then dramatically ends like a ballerina on pointe. Carefully loading the brush with ink, Mr. Han transfers the brush to paper, and, with elbow floating, presses the brush down gently then lifts, revealing The Dot. Fluidly, he moves the brush horizontally, shifts ninety degrees vertically, presses slightly before releasing an…

I’m not in any danger of her passing me, but she’s sure keeping up, a surprise in itself. She can tell I’m surprised too and feels good about that. As a sprinter, I’m no Jamaican, but I can be a strong, front-row charger. Then imagine my chagrin, her still there, almost shoulder-to-shoulder. We run through…

Congratulations! To our September winner in The Great BR Year of the Horse Writing Contest. She’s won 10 Bamboo Bucks to redeem in the BR online store. Here’s the award she won. Da mos Tiny Crayfish Souls Award “Grey Fantasy: I Felt Ill–at ease in a suit, really?” by ponikaa girl http://www.bambooridge.com/bambooshoot.aspx?bid=1553 Congratulations and keep…

I suppose you know I was in love with you. All those letters. We were a pair of regular epistolary fiends. That’s why I came back to Madison in ’82. But the very first day, right after you picked me up at the airport and dropped me at Mel’s place, I saw you downtown with…

A woman poses in front of a mirror in Hugo Boss wool-blended, sharply tailored with trousers (not pants) A ten-year-old girl stands on the other side of the mirror She prefers riding swings at Booth Park and catching crayfish in Nu’uanu Stream Afterwards she’s polka-dotted a Mercurochrome red Her legs can’t scoop blue skies and…

There is no word limit for your entries. HOWEVER, we are also looking for haiku entries, if you are so inclined : ) The triggers for this month are lines taken from the following two texts. Find them here: BAMBOO RIDGE Issue Number 94, BAMBOO RIDGE: Journal of Hawaiʻi Literature and the Arts. BAMBOO RIDGE…