Saturday, February 19, 2011

In the Mail

First:  three new haibun accepted by Contemporary Haibun Online, due out in April:  "Once and for All," "In Repair," and "Taos Pueblo."  And my haibun "The First Cold Nights" just came out in the Winter issue of Frogpond. 

And, speaking of Frogpond, in the mail this week I got my first-ever copy.  Of course I've read it before but had never subscribed until now.  (I always subscribe to magazines that publish me; these magazines need our support so they can continue to publish others.) 

Frogpond is the journal of the Haiku Society of America.  You can find out more about Frogpond by going here:  http://www.hsa-haiku.org/frogpond/index.html

Frogpond is filled with haiku, haibun, rengay, renku, essays, and book reviews.  Some of the haiku from this issue I particularly liked were:

thaw
the snowman waters
the crocus

(John J. Dunphy)

sunset
warmth from within
the egg

(Johnette Downing)

Maybe it's that I have spring and warmth on my mind, but I think these are really fine examples of haiku.  Both stir with the promise of new life. 

Dr. Randy Brooks of Millikin University has an essay called "Genesis of Haiku:  Where Do Haiku Come From?"  I appreciate his point about haiku as a "collaborative co-creative act."  He discusses how much active participation is required on the part of the reader to interpret and enjoy haiku. 

There were so many exceptional haibun in this issue.  (I confess to having a personal preference for haibun).  I loved them all and look forward to savoring each again (and again).  Upon first read, two of my favorites are "Home" by John Stevenson and "Not Amused" by Ray Rasmussen.  "Home" is a complex story of loss, accomplished in so few lines as to be astonishing to me.  "Not Amused" is--well--a somewhat amusing take on loss.  Every loss has its sadness, but "Not Amused" takes the edge off the sadness with touches of irony, perfectly rendered. 

Also in the mail, two chapbooks by Red Shuttleworth, a gift from Red Shuttleworth, each signed by the author:

To Theresa,
a kindred spirit
Best Wishes,
Red 

To Theresa
Some chaos from
Western roads.
Best Wishes
Red

Red's previous work has received a Spur Ward from Western Writers of America.  He's been published in some of the great little mags, such as Concho River Review, Rattle, and Zone 3Rattle is a great favorite of mine.  If you have access to it, read it. 

I just received Red's poems today, but an early favorite is "At the Crest of Longing" in which a blackbird commits suicide during a wedding reception in Broken Bow and Beefalo burger is "on sale down the street."

THANKS, RED!

2 comments:

World of Dew Haiku said...

Theresa, Thank you very much for visiting my blog and leaving your kind words. It helps to know that I am not alone in leaning into the well where death abides, watering our lives in untold ways.

I too was reading the current issue of Frogpond today and greatly appreciated Randy Brooks's essay on where haiku come from.

I wish you well in your writing projects. Please consider sending me haiku, senryu, or tanka on grief and loss for an anthology I'm editing, THE TEMPLE BELL STOPS. www.taylorepstein@earthlink.net

World of Dew Haiku said...

Theresa, Thank you very much for visiting my blog and leaving your kind words. It helps to know that I am not alone in leaning into the well where death abides, watering our lives in untold ways.

I too was reading the current issue of Frogpond today and greatly appreciated Randy Brooks's essay on where haiku come from.

I wish you well in your writing projects. Please consider sending me haiku, senryu, or tanka on grief and loss for an anthology I'm editing, THE TEMPLE BELL STOPS. www.taylorepstein@earthlink.net

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