Sean Sexton: Herculaneum (audio and painting email to Robert Cording)
I’m reading Basho’s “Backroads to the North Country,” on my trip, an old, crumbling Penguin classics series that includes four separate journeys and a great intro. He conveys at one point how grateful he is to be on the road, Mt Fuji far away back home in Edo, so he needn’t ponder it in his life for awhile.
Daniel Lawless: From the Afterlife
My last days were not so bad, my ex-wife says from the afterlife,
Not so bad as you think. So relax.
Deborah Bogen: Bashō
Sweet friend, hear me. There will always be trouble.
Peter Makuck: Two Poems
Mockingbirds converse
With a catchy song outside
My study window
Elizabeth Jacobson: Dear Basho,
Basho, what is the world if it is not this uneasy faith
puddling and drying as we thrust ourselves toward the sky?
Andrena Zawinski: Singing Bird Haibun
“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.” Basho . It is not a steely-eyed egret nor heft of pelican but just a singing bird that … Continue reading
Stephen Dobyns: Ducks
For David Fenza Warm in my truck by the lighthouse at Watch Hill on a sunny morning in mid-winter, I observe the ducks bobbing among ice-covered rocks and think of … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: Old Bones
I. All the quiet afternoon splitting wood, thinking about books, I remembered Snyder making a handle for an ax as he remembered Ezra Pound thirty years before, thinking about Lu … Continue reading
