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
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