been reading and writing haiku of one form or another for
about fifty years now, enjoying the classic and the modern versions.
In fact, my latest book, a penny in the grass issued in late
February by Ekstasis Editions (Victoria, BC), is a collection of 170
ku from the mid-1960s on. Here are some others—three fairly
straight forward pieces ("counting" "the heron"
"these white leaves") along with a couple of two-liners
("bull-rushes" and "some spaces"), a riff on a
Japanese original (Basho's "hana no kuma," one of his cherry
blossom haiku), and my own little resurrection riff, the "phoenix"
the last of these dew drops—
the early sun
the different green
of trees & reeds
these white leaves
against the window pane—
out of the crowded ditch
some spaces still between
the trees & the sky
all of these blossoms—
does it have to leave
in my garden?