I under-
stand what
you’resayingwhatyou’re
saying but
the rain the rain
stopped
I under-
stand what
you’resayingwhatyou’re
saying but
the rain the rain
stopped
despite children
screaming despite
the fan
outside my window
a bird
the light dapples —
how many times have I heard
that bird?
a bus full of voices —
the right lane ends
in trees
March is finally upon us. This means a few things: Spring is coming (for the northern hemisphere if this polar vortex ever releases us from its vice), a new slew of deadlines will blow right by (have you seen how many journals have deadlines for March 15th?), and my blog is about to explode with doodles and poetry.
For my doodleku veterans, I know this is old hat, but it never hurts to have a little review.
Doodleku? Whazzat?
In short: The combination of a doodle and a short poem.
In length: Some may consider it a sub-genre of haiga; however, there’s a tad more wiggle room for overlap in image and poem content than traditionally acceptable in haiga. The form is meant to be exceptionally playful, and may include haiku, tanka, senryu, kyoka, gogyoka, small stones, or really any short poem (10 lines or less). I’ll even open it…
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The Winter 2014 Showcase is open for submissions. See the Submission page for details of how to get in touch. You only have until the end of the month!
This time, as far as possible, I would like to populate this Showcase with writers who have not featured in the zen space before. So I am asking you who have for a special, if unseen, contribution. Do you know someone whose writing of haiku, ‘small stones’, or micro-poetry you think is excellent, and whom I have yet to discover? If you do, then point them in our direction, forward the details of this post to them, encourage them to make a submission. In fact, please feel free to go on doing this service for me. I shall be very grateful, as I hope to feature the best writing around.
There is no particular theme to the forthcoming Showcase, it’s…
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that song that plays in my head —
the one with threerepetitivenotes
and a standardbasslineriff
hide
be-
neath
the
shade
of
lilies
(forgivemegrasshopper)
slip
like
smoke
past
this
heart-
ache
this path
who knew these bones
who knew this
flat horizon
this place
is as good as any other
a whisper of wind
in the trees
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