rain drops
into the hollowness
of empty pots
BHS Anthology 2014 'Sound'
'Beyond Words' BHS/Bulgarian Haiku Union anthology 2017
Ingredients - my published haiku, tanka, haibun and the occasional piece of writing that fits none of those categories.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
Friday, September 12, 2014
Lost property
You must have
left her with me
by mistake
maybe you put her down
to pick up your coffee cup
many years ago
when we were younger
and less careful
we sometimes let
our paths cross
with those of strangers
as if we didn't know
the dangers
I've tried not to
let myself think of her
as mine
but I've become used to
having her around
she's grown a little wiser
over all the years
I've kept her
just in case
one day you
want her back.
(Oldie revised.)
You must have
left her with me
by mistake
maybe you put her down
to pick up your coffee cup
many years ago
when we were younger
and less careful
we sometimes let
our paths cross
with those of strangers
as if we didn't know
the dangers
I've tried not to
let myself think of her
as mine
but I've become used to
having her around
she's grown a little wiser
over all the years
I've kept her
just in case
one day you
want her back.
(Oldie revised.)
cumulus
I realise I've lived
all my life on islands
Presence #45 January 2012
Also at http://www.katikati.co.nz/kk_text/haiku.html
I realise I've lived
all my life on islands
Presence #45 January 2012
Also at http://www.katikati.co.nz/kk_text/haiku.html
Wednesday, May 07, 2014
and
Am I a traditionalist or an innovator? No. I refuse to roost in either pigeon hole. Quite often I work within (self-imposed) constraints. Sometimes I like to see what happens when I turn things upside down, add pepper and give them a shake. When it seems right I'll write whatever comes into my head, just as it comes. Other days I edit, edit and edit again. I don't follow masters, especially not self-styled ones, but I know stars when I see them and I've got the sense to use them to navigate by. I do like a good metaphor. And plain, simple, direct language. And ambiguity. And the common or garden seen afresh. And the marvellously strange. And, and, and! Not either/or.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
NaHaiWriMo 2014
I joined in with NaHaiWriMo again this year. It's always fun, a challenge and a good exercise. The resulting haiku are usually variable in quality - some prompts being a lot trickier than others - but there are usually some that I'm not too ashamed of. This year these are the ones. (Some have been revised since February).
racing clouds a crow drinks February rain
migraine aura
the world begins to
break up
round the edges
tail of the bean
so many possibilities
expertly excised
cold light
a pile of wood-chips
by the stump
Keppler mission
the wail of the wind
rises and falls
unrecognised
the busker plays another one
from Trad Anon
cirrus at dusk
the brazen fullness
of the moon
free-range eggs
in the high-rise dweller's
shopping bag
beehives beside the sunlit sea a honey stall
at the waterline
a fishing boat becomes
abstraction
racist comment
on the western horizon
a storm brews
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Minimalism
Editing down to the essentials (but no further) can be applied to other things as well as poetry. Over the last few years I've been gradually reducing and simplifying my living space and personal possessions. I've done this not out of any ascetic philosophy, but because it makes me feel better - less encumbered. I enjoy the things I have more now than I did when they were lost in a sea of 'stuff'. It also has the advantage of helping me live within my means.
I've been interested to see at what point it felt right to stop. When is enough, enough? When would I reach the point at which disposing of anything else would be uncomfortable or limiting? The last thing to go was the microwave oven and I haven't missed it in the slightest. I'm now living in 32sq metres/345sq feet and it feels right. It's not as ingeniously designed as Gary Chang's famous example, but it suits me. I'm hoping it might also be a good place to settle down to writing again.
I've been interested to see at what point it felt right to stop. When is enough, enough? When would I reach the point at which disposing of anything else would be uncomfortable or limiting? The last thing to go was the microwave oven and I haven't missed it in the slightest. I'm now living in 32sq metres/345sq feet and it feels right. It's not as ingeniously designed as Gary Chang's famous example, but it suits me. I'm hoping it might also be a good place to settle down to writing again.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Martin Lucas 1962 - 2014
Martin Lucas: front row, left. *
Sometime during that walk I acquired my first copy of the journal Presence and it has been a favourite ever since. On those rare occasions when I gather together my published haiku I go to my Presence collection first because Martin, as editor, had a way of spotting the best and kindly returning the rest, often with a handwritten note of encouragement.
I've lost one of my first haiku mentors and it will be a more lonely path without him.
Martin's poetry showed a deep connection with the natural world and empathy with all kinds of living things, including humanity, often expressed with a touch of gentle humour. I'd like to include a small selection of his haiku and tanka here in appreciation.
the many noises of London
subside
in the smallest hour
all that's left:
voice of the blackbird
Blithe Spirit 8/1 1998
poetry group
deep in thought;
gurgle of plumbing
.. click.. Hub Editions, 1998
deepening winter
darkness in the eyes
of a chained dog
Earthjazz, Ram, 2003
a quiet stretch of river
the gull's little kick
into flight
Frogpond 26/2, 2003
summer river -
when I'm barefoot
it's forever
Presence 39 September 2009
Awarded 'Best of Issue' by popular vote in Presence 40
autumn spider running to the raincloud sky
Presence 47 December 2012
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* BHS North Norfolk Coast Park walk 1999. I would very much have preferred to get permission from everyone else in the photograph before posting but that was not possible as I do not have current contact details. If anyone has objections to it being included here please let me know and I will take it down immediately. If anyone does not object but would just like to get back in touch - please do! My new email address can be found in my profile.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Martin Lucas missing
Martin Lucas, poet and editor of the journal Presence, has been missing since Friday 21st March.
Photograph by Frank Williams
Martin was one of the first haiku poets I met, back in 1999 on a walk along the Norfolk coast. I know, from talking to friends and acquaintances in person and via social networks all over the world, that he is much missed. A lot of people would like to know that he's ok.
I want to do what I can and so I'm posting this in the hope that it might reach someone who knows something that might help.
If you have any information please ring the police on 101. Please share this news.
The BHS Facebook page will have updates.
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