David Boyer

Born 1974 in Pennsylvania, USA
Living in Stamford, CT., USA
I had written poetry (badly, lazily) for most of my life. It was in finding haiku, and the brilliant and supportive community of modern haiku poets, that my work started to come into focus.





 

she holds the umbrella and smiles spring

Modern Haiku  Volume 36:3, Autumn 2005

 

before dawn
the sparrow and I
repeating the mantra

Mayfly #51, Summer 2012

 

in the darkened window my ghost leaves fall

Modern Haiku, Volume 43.1, Winter-Spring 2012

 

the world a blossom
I make up a song
for my dog

The Heron’s Nest, Volume XIV, Number 1, March 2012

 

my mood from one civilization to another

Modern Haiku, Volume 43.2, Summer 2012

 

in leaves
before the storm
the sound of the storm

The Heron’s Nest, Volume XIV, Number 3, September 2012

 

between new bosons monkeys finish with Shakespeare

Modern Haiku  volume 43:3, Autumn 2012

 

the scent of old books
overpacked
for the afterlife

DailyHaiku in Volume 7: Cycle 14, October 2012-March 2013

 

the sudden way
spring peepers
it all works out

Frogpond 36.2, Summer 2013

 

so small it lives off the clicks of insect legs

Modern Haiku, volume 45.1, Winter-Spring 2014

 

scent of ripe apples when I would practice how to fly

The Heron’s Nest, Volume XVI, Number 2: June 2014

 

cricket half of a smaller infinity

Frogpond  volume 37:3, Autumn 2014

 

the here here
amidst tulips'
untidy deaths

is/let, February 20, 2015

 

because sleep
is close to death
I'm an iamb

Bones 7, July 2015

 

the small hours like crystals into birdsong

Frogpond  volume 38.3, Autumn 2015