exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .

A week or two ago, the folks at WordPress sent me virtual “happy anniversary” wishes, reminding me that I’d started this blog with them four years ago. It’s hard to believe that I’ve kept this enterprise going all that time, and that what started out as an exceptionally naïve venture into the world of haiku has led me down a path that has sustained and nurtured me so faithfully all these many days and nights later.

Although I readily admit a temptation to delete some of my early posts (ones that present a dubious learning curve as I felt my way through and around a form that on the surface can appear deceptively simple), I was happy to run across an early post that was, I think, fairly successful–thanks in large part to a longtime poet friend of mine named Van K. Brock, who sent me a string of gritty haiku prefaced with the following

Margaret, sorry:
all else should be more lovely,
with stars, planets, moons.

And to which I felt compelled to respond to, in Exquisite Corpse fashion, with

stars, planets, moons–
so many old friends I see
circling my night sky

Given the double whammy of this month’s blood-red harvest moon and eclipse–not to mention the approach of Halloween and Día de Muertos–I thought it would be fun to resurrect our Exquisite Corpse to see what readers could do with it. The rules are simple: take the last line of either Van Brock’s or my haiku and use it as the first line of your own haiku; then, send your E.C. haiku to me in a comment to this post. I’ll combine all the E.C. haiku I receive into a sequence (perhaps with a transitional haiku or two) and see what develops in a pre-Halloween post I’ll feature here.

Care to keep the exquisite corpse circling?  If so, respond here in a comment (which will remain hidden until the final sequence is revealed) by October 22. That should give me enough time to, hopefully, assemble something suitably exquisite . . . or, at the very least, more than a little interesting.

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virtual friends . . .

 

Lately, I’ve had the good fortune to have my work showcased by two virtual friends. The first, Marjorie Buettner, is one of three new editors at the helm of the recently revamped Contemporary Haibun Online. Although I’ve never met Marjorie in the flesh, I’d know her distinctively lyrical voice and beautiful poetry anywhere, and I’m honored to have collaborated with her previously. (Our responsive haibun “Circadian Rhythm” was published in the March 2014 issue of Haibun Today.) So, when Marjorie asked if I’d consider being the “Featured Writer” in the current issue of CHO, I was both delighted and humbled; the newly formatted online journal is a haibun lover’s dream, and, as always, this issue is chockfull of wonderful examples of the form.

Likewise, I’ve never met haiku legend Michael Dylan Welch–the force behind the (now year-round) National Haiku Writing Month site on Facebook, who also writes and edits a tremendously informative haiku website called Graceguts. In addition to the many examples of Michael’s haiku-related writings (poems, as well as numerous thought-provoking essays on everything from haiku and tanka to the linked forms of haibun and rengay), his site also hosts a section featuring poems inspired in some way by haiku. After seeing my free-verse poem “After Bashō,” Michael contacted me to say he’d like to include my poem on Graceguts. I’m more than honored.

Writing, many say, is a lonely profession . . . , and it can be lonely–or at least solitary. But the world we live in today is–thanks to the internet–a global one, filled with more and more opportunities for exploration and the discovery of new voices. What a great time to be a poet!

 

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perhaps . . .

perhaps
there is a heaven . . .
cherry blossoms

The Heron’s Nest XVI:3, September 2014

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cobwebs . . .

cobwebs never easy letting go

A Hundred Gourds 3:4, September 2014

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After the Funeral . . .

After the Funeral

On the night flight back to Manhattan, I replay our last phone conversation. Hear the slurred speech from his deathbed as he asks if I’ll be coming home soon. The pain in his voice when I try, as jauntily as I can, to tell him my plans—plans both of us know won’t accommodate a face-to-face reunion.

Now, miles above the darkened ground, I practice what I might have said to him if I’d had one final chance, repeating the words like a mantra. Thank you for opening your heart to me. For loving me. Thank you . . .

landing strip
the skeletal path of light
on the runway

Haibun Today 8:3, September 2014 

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anthology fever . . .

what made me
reach to hold this stranger’s face
between my hands . . .
his poet eyes seeing all
my days today tomorrow

Bright Stars Anthology vol. 4, 2014

For the first time in many years, the Tanka Society of America is putting together an anthology of members’ tanka, edited by Atlas Poetica‘s M. Kei. It hasn’t been released yet, but I’m eager to read the selected tanka. (The Haiku Society of America is putting together a similar anthology of members’ haiku, which also should be released shortly.) In the meantime, M. Kei asked if I’d agree to have the above tanka published in his Bright Stars anthology. Here’s another one that appears in that new series:

trying hard
to look on the bright side
this moonless night . . .
I wonder which star to choose
for luck, love, happiness, life

Bright Stars vol. 4, 2014

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Throwback . . .

Throwback

This is my sister’s story. My sister, who carries the genes of our mother’s grandmothers —Miriam and Polly and Mary—in her face, in her arms, legs, feet, hands. My sister, whose skin is red, like a sunset that bleeds into the Oklahoma sky on summer nights. My sister, who glows with the light of a thousand fireflies.

shadowland
the name mother calls out
from her deathbed

Contemporary Haibun Online 10:2, July 2014 

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new moon rising . . .

A special thank you to Jenny Ward Angyal and Mary Frederick Ahearn for their lovely moon tanka (below) in celebration of my recent birthday.

the self
I’ve clung to
all these years
moonlight
on water

          –Jenny Ward Angyal
         Skylark 1:1, Summer 2013

backing out
of a dream
to find
just the moon
at my side

     –Mary Frederick Ahearn

I love them both, so I had to put their names in a hat to determine who would receive a book of poetry from me; the winner–via my husband’s random draw–is Mary. (Please email your address to me and I’ll post a 2015 Texas Poetry Calendar to you, Mary.)

In addition, I’m posting the two following moon-related haiku I ran across while I was visiting Miriam Sagan’s wonderful blog (Miriam’s Well) recently. Both are included in Miriam’s new book–a call and response conversation titled dream that is not a dream, featuring Sagan and the late Elizabeth Searle Lamb’s haiku.

A fascinating project, dream that is not a dream was born out of Sagan’s friendship with Lamb’s daughter and executor, and contains Sagan’s responses to Lamb’s previously unpublished haiku (which came to light after her death). I can’t wait to receive my copy, which can be ordered through Red Moon Press. In the meantime, here’s a sampling:

dreaming the dream
that is not a dream moonlight
in the dreamcatcher

     –Elizabeth Searle Lamb

moonlight on snow crust
dark trunks of trees
New Year’s dream

     –Miriam Sagan

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summer sky . . .

summer sky . . .
she lets her kimono
gently fall
before wrapping herself
twice in moonlight

red lights 10.2, June 2014

Another Supermoon–July 12! Another poem about moonlight. I’ll be featuring a few more small moon poems here over the next couple of weeks, in honor of my birthday (July 20)–you remember, the day men walked on the moon . . .

Why not join me, for a chance to win something wonderful? (A book of small poems, I’m thinking . . . . ) Just send me a haiku or tanka about the moon in a comment here. I’ll post all entries in a celebration of the summer moon before drawing a winner’s name from my old gardening hat one minute after midnight (C.S.T.), July 21.

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Nothing more . . .

Nothing more

remains of the house her father built close—too close—to the tracks. Not the wrap-around-porch where she and her sisters perched like a charm of songbirds. Not the wooden swing hung from the porch ceiling. Or the morning glories that climbed the whitewashed columns.

Neither is there a sign of the plot her mother tended, coaxing harvests of turnips and tomatoes and okra from the red dirt clay. Nor of the chickens that ranged there, beloved as the most beloved, until they were called one by one to grace another table. Nowhere the steady hum of her sisters’ many voices: laughing, crying, whispering, sighing their way through hardscrabble winters and white-hot Oklahoma nights.

homecoming . . .
the high lonesome sound
of a passing train

Contemporary Haibun Online 1o:2, July 2014

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