Please join me and a small band of local haiku enthusiasts to reconsider and reconnect with the natural world through this seemingly simple poetic form. We’ve been meeting online through the pandemic but starting this month, we will meet in person at the Beaman Memorial Public Library in West Boylston, MA. We welcome teenagers and adults, beginners and masters and everyone in between. The only requirement is that you be interested in exploring haiku in English. Join us monthly as we wander indoors and out, reading, writing, and sharing our poems.
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As some of you know, I’m into haiku. I love to read them, and I especially love the challenge of writing them. (It all started here.) So of course I’m thrilled to share the news that the recent issue of Farmer-ish, a journal that celebrates farming, growing, and the arts, contains a small collection of my poems. You can read them here, and explore the full Fall issue of the journal here.
cool morning–the sun
shines on what remains
of her tasty crocuses
Her revision speaks to me, too. JoAnn also sent me this reminder about line breaks, from Mary Oliver’s Poetry Handbook:
“I cannot say too many times how powerful the techniques of line length and line breaks are. You cannot swing the lines around, or fling strong-sounding words, or scatter soft ones, to no purpose. A reader beginning a poem is like someone stepping into a rowboat with a stranger at the oars; the first few draws on the long oars through the deep water tell a lot–is one safe, or is one apt soon to be drowned? A poem is that real a journey.”
Which version would convince you that I could get you safely to the shore?
Caitlin, the budding haiku poet who is also my 11-year-old niece, said I could share just one more of her poems. She wrote this one as we drove back from a vacation week trip to Washington, DC. I think she is hooked on haiku!
driving past the trees,
looking at the pretty leaves–
Today’s haiku is by my talented 11-year-old niece Caitlin. IT’S HER FIRST ONE EVER! She wrote it while our families were together in Washington, DC, seeing the sights. I’m in love with it, and with her.
seeing flowers bloom,
seeing a person in need–
as you move along