I was very happy to appear on the NPR and WBUR radio program On Point last week, for an hourlong discussion of haiku with the host, Tom Ashbrook.
Poet and publisher Dave Bonta spoke to me on the phone awhile back for his “Woodrat” podcast. He got me to talk about everything from how I handle submissions to tinywords, what my publishing philosophy is, why haiku is important, and what I learned from studying poetry with Louise Glück.… Read the rest
Thanks to the internet, haiku is making a return to the kind of collaborative, interactive spirit out of which it originally emerged almost four centuries ago.
As the editor of tinywords, I’ve seen this kind of evolution emerge spontaneously on many occasions.… Read the rest
trembling on the lip
of the lily
Published in the Fall 2010 issue of Frogpond… Read the rest
inside the tight curl
of the yucca leaf
a wood spider
This essay is forthcoming as a broadsheet from Cross+Roads Press, and is based on an interview published on Basho’s Road in December, 2009.
For me, poetry is language under compression. And there’s no more compressed form than the very short poem.… Read the rest
The haiku and micropoetry journal I edit, tinywords, got 875 submissions in the course of 2 weeks for our upcoming summer issue. Since I expect I’ll be able to publish about 50 or 60 poems in this issue, that means the acceptance rate is going to be significantly less than 10%.… Read the rest
Sun’s erstwhile CEO Jonathan Schwartz announced his retirement Wednesday night in a uniquely geeky way: With a haiku posted to Twitter.
Stalled too many customers
CEO no more
Schwartz’s decision to announce his departure in the form of a short, Japanese lyric was, perhaps, a veiled jab at Sun’s new boss, Oracle CEO Larry Ellison, a noted Japanophile who has spent years building a $200 million house, in the wealthy Silicon Valley suburb of Woodside, that’s said to be a replica of a 16th-century Japanese emperor’s castle.… Read the rest
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From my own experience, and the experience of friends who had spent months to years to a lifetime devoted to little magazines and small presses, I knew in my bones that tinywords had become overwhelming. This stuff eats you alive. But I also knew, it’s damn hard to let go once you made your mark.
after the last train a man works the floor polisher alone almost
snow calculus — the slow accumulation
of almost nothing
turning the corner into the sudden warmth of sunlight
in a light rain
a woman pushes a shopping cart, singing “Wish You Were Here”
new glasses: all of my mistakes now painfully clear
the wool smell
of grandfather’s army coat —
(contributed to the 1,000 Verse Renga Project)… Read the rest