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