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?
March 4, 2019 · 1 Comment
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
March 6, 2018 · 1 Comment
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
June 25, 2017 · 3 Comments
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
March 15, 2015 · 7 Comments
