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tinywords issue 9.1
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Haibun for Bill Higginson I started publishing haiku in 2000, before I really even knew what it was. I found poems that I liked in a book and started sending them to a mailing list, to friends’ inboxes, to their pagers, to my phone. One haiku per day. Nothing more. The list grew and I built a simple website to go with it. From the converted gardening shed on the back of my garage — my roughly-finished office — I sent haiku winging out over digital networks around the world. After awhile, it became clear that it was more than just a small circle of friends who were reading tinywords, so I stopped borrowing haiku from books and started publishing my own, as well
as asking people on the list to send in their own. My early efforts at writing haiku were, like those of most educated in American schools, exactly seventeen syllables. Easy enough, or so it seemed at first: But soon I found I couldn’t write or get enough haiku I liked to keep the daily pace going. Desiring a wider audience — and needing more good poets — I sought listing in search engines. Bill Higginson responded, adding tinywords to the top of the haiku list that he curated for the Open Directory. It was like turning on an engine: The site took off, buzzing with an infusion of readers and writers who had discovered the site through Bill’s help, and who were eager to contribute haiku, or comments, or just read and share with their friends.
hum of the laptop watching a lost world flicker to life Bill’s help didn’t stop there. He contributed haiku, both his own as well as his translations of the ancient masters, and generously offered suggestions on how I could improve my own haiku. His books provided an invaluable, expert and open-hearted education in the deeper aspects of the art. And he was a generous correspondent, always finding time to reply. He could be prickly: Several times I had to adjust the design of the website because of his complaints about how his haiku were appearing. Of course I resented these criticisms, but after I steamed about them for awhile, I wound up conceding his points and making the changes he suggested. They always made the site better. In time, with my
labor over PHP and MySQL code and the occasional pointed comment from Bill, tinywords evolved a clean, simple, minimalist design that kept the focus on the very brief poems that were its heart, and enabled each one to shine forward on its own terms, one per page. The burden of maintaining tinywords grew, and as the mailing list topped 3,000 subscribers the number of submissions grew overwhelming. With work and family also weighing heavily on my time, tinywords seemed more and more like a burden. I walked away from haiku altogether in June 2008. I couldn’t even bear to look at my e-mail inbox, no longer maintained tinywords, and I even stopped reading haiku journals. So when a friend wrote in October of that year to tell me that Bill
had died, I didn’t get the message until months later. And I didn’t have the heart to reply when I did. There’s little I can add to George Swede’s elegant eulogy to a man whose intelligence, scholarship, generosity and poetry have touched many people’s lives. I never even met Bill Higginson. Yet he was a great patron of this site, and a friend. over the bay a jet banks into the haze
d. f. tweney
alone in the library I open to autumn
Kath Abela Wilson
Roosevelt Island the ruins of the hospital touched by graffiti
The crumbling hospital building on Roosevelt Island used to house smallpox patients in the 19th century.
Yet Our Life Is Sweet Sleepy after the sun the house is full of light spilt from our eyes. Soon our eyes are empty and we see.
John Emil Vincent
california sunrise traffic in the canyon begins to stall
in one breath the whole autumn
a thousand dreams yet, this one — ashes in the breeze
strip mall a wild turkey pecks at a hubcap
fall migration the growing flock of binoculars
Deborah P Kolodji
first stars . . . the timer turns on the X-mas lights
autumn wind — looking up for a fly ball lost in falling leaves
Kathe L. Palka
doesn’t matter where I’m going — autumn wind
Israel López Balan
scattered leaves — two guitar picks on the blues man’s headstone
watching dad struggle to remember our names december sky
C. William Hinderliter
a leaf’s skeleton tossed by the wind — those moments when laughter filled the garden
autumn sunlight the old dog unearths her favorite toy
christmas lights . . . the ambulance flashing in all the windows
through autumn leaves a teal-trailed wake of light John Barlow
toll booth lit for Christmas — from my hand to hers warm change Michael Dylan Welch
old snow the streetwalker gives Santa a hug
autumn cascade — in and out of the foam a plastic bottle
bow, if you will marigold’s blossoms dried brown
late autumn walk the many paths I could have taken
in the air rain in the rain air
quiet morning the continuous beeping of an auto alarm
dew frost ~ the horse shivers off crystal light
with a crooked branch I knock the last leaf off the tree winter nightfall
Evening prayer — a flickering candle, rainfall.
no more bread — I’m a shovel in the hand of winter
early light my dream drifts out the open window
silent snow the coldness between us
surprise party i hang my toupee on the hat rack
I’ll put it back in the earth, as soft as dust :: a word too much
garden Buddha knee deep in dead leaves once again plans for the year have gone astray
whirling snow divorce papers fall from a red folder
everything for nothing: job offer
thunder interrupting thunder
footprints the hollow boom of breakers in the fog
30 He is young. He could be younger. His hands shake. Even propped on the bar. His nights: he stands so ready: his face: a mark: the close of claws. And passed: after a pause.
John Emil Vincent
outside the bar men like broken houses
in smoky twilight i remember how light his casket was yet i can’t pick up his toys still scattered in the yard
low evening fog — I walk no dog
Midwinter snowstorm highway at a standstill I mistake the vagrant for my long-dead father his smile so vacant
winter stars without you to name them
Where are your friends? You lean over, the little boy, crumpled. — Those were my friends.
John Emil Vincent
park bench the blind man’s glasses reflect the sunlight
And don’t snow geese and immortality take their shadows from the sea
between the falling snow raven
peter h. pache
the light in the back of the flower shop winter moon
winter dusk when dad would phone
burnt toast no matter what I do the rain seeps in
snow all night the silence thickens
Ann K. Schwader
washing up she looks at the backyard pine its old nest
karasu / Ross Clark
winter mist the scarecrow’s heart a nesting sparrow
the first brush-stroke black the sound of thunder
desert morning a coyote licks ice on the tumbleweed
Barbara A Taylor
Rain overnight — the mist on Mynyddislwyn melts almost as quickly as it takes me to write about it.
a spot of light from the hand mirror travels up and down her arm shadow patterns her neck
elevator silence our shadows cross on the floor
deep snow — I put my feet in your footsteps
so like bones the bone-white branches of the birch tree
casino lights your bad luck ringing all their bells
cold morning touching my breasts remembering
traffic jam — from everywhere the snow heading nowhere
a stone next to a frozen pond I long to skip to another time another place
Trees blossom into coral polyps and wave. Tiny bright squid in shades of pigeon-feet pink litter concrete sidewalks.
3 a.m. the dog fetches yet another stick
haiku history lecture doodling paper lanterns
Previous Publications page 13 ("fall migration," by Deborah P Kolodji): First published in Mainichi Daily News, December 2007. page 15 ("autumn wind," by Kathe L. Palka): Previously published in Spitball: The Literary Baseball Magazine. page 21 ("Christmas lights," by David Serjeant): This haiku previously appeared in Blithe Spirit 17:1. page 38 ("garden Buddha," by Joanne Morcom): Previously published in the tanka journal Gusts: Contemporary Tanka and the author’s poetry book about the blue moon. page 70 ("Trees blossom into coral," by Deb Scott): Previously published in A Handful of Stones, June 8, 2009.
tinywords 9.1: Fall/Winter 20092010. Edited by d. f. tweney. Cover Art & this page art by Aalix Roake.
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About the Contributors
John Barlow co-edited The New Haiku (2002), and since 2007 has been on the editorial staff of The Red Moon Anthology. Other works he has edited have been honored by the Haiku Society of America and the Poetry Society of America. His own books include Waiting for the Seventh Wave (2006) and (with Matthew Paul) Wing Beats: British Birds in Haiku (2008). Roberta Beary’s book, The Unworn Necklace, won a Poetry Society of America Finalist Award. www.robertabeary.com Harold Bowes’ poems have appeared in various publications. Ravenna Press published his book If Nothing Else in 2004. Harold edits Alba, an ezine dedicated to short poems. http://www.ravennapress.com/alba/
karasu / Ross Clark is the author of 2 chapbooks of haiku and 7 volumes of poetry, and a founding editor publisher of Australia’s only haiku journal, Paper Wasp. He is currently creatively unemployed, writing poems, haiku and folksongs during a Brisbane summer. http://members.optusnet.com.au/paper wasp/ Aubrie Cox is an English literature and creative writing student at Millikin University. Her haiku have appeared in bottle rockets, The Heron’s Nest, Modern Haiku, and Chrysanthemum. Natalie d’Arbeloff is an artist/writer/bookmaker/cartoonist/comic philosopher or philosophical comic living in London, UK. Evidence of all this can be found on her website: http://www.nataliedarbeloff.com Garry Eaton is a retired, jack-of-alltrades Canadian on the west coast of British Columbia. He has been practicing haiku since 2006. He is interested in the way the discipline is refocusing his attention on, and improving his appreciation of the gift of life. 76
Originally from California, Mike Farley writes from Red Lodge, Montana, where he recently retired with his wife Shirlee from their twenty years on a hay and cattle ranch. His poetry is rich with the images of the high plains, mountains, weather, wildlife, livestock, ranch work and outdoor recreation with which he is daily surrounded. Although he has contributed his work to many online haiku lists, he has never been formally published. Laryalee Fraser lives in British Columbia, Canada. In 2006 she compiled an online haiku anthology: a procession of ripples. http://laryalee.users.sunwave.net/rippl es.htm Barry Goodmann (bgoodmann at aol.com) is a poet, writer and editor who lives in the New York metropolitan area. He has published poetry on several websites and in various literary magazines. Grant Hackett: I write small poems and make indexes for books in a small town in western Massachusetts. I believe passionately in the ability of the one line poem to make an infinite music. My blog 77
of one line poems is called Falling Off the Mountain. http://fallingoffthemountain.blogspot.c om/ Helga Härle is a Swedish poet and creative writing teacher, enjoying haiku as a way of tracing the moment . . . and sharing it. Some of her English haiku have been published in magazines like the Heron’s Nest, Frogpond and Acorn to mention a few; some of her Swedish in various Swedish mags and haiku anthologies. www.haikurymden.se Matt Hetherington is a writer, musician, and non-godfather living in Melbourne. His most recent collection is I Think We Have (Small Change Press, 2007). He is also on the board of the Australian Haiku Society. http://www.haikuoz.org/ C. William Hinderliter lives in Phoenix, Arizona and is a graduate of two rival universities (Arizona State University and The University of Arizona). Despite being a registered hypnotist with degrees in psychology and history, he prefers spending his time writing poetry. This year, his work has appeared in a 78
variety of online and print publications, including Acorn; Ambrosia; Chrysanthemum; Prune Juice; The Heron’s Nest; The Mainichi Daily News; and white lies: the 13th volume of the Red Moon Anthology for EnglishLanguage Haiku. Deborah P Kolodji enjoys haiku walks in her native Southern California, inspired by the beach, local mountains, and desert. A member of HSA and president of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, she moderates the Southern California Haiku Study Group at the Pacific Asia Museum. Her poems can be found in a variety of journals, both on and off the web. http://dkolodji.livejournal.com Artur Lewandowski: I live in the center of Poland. I’m in my middle-ages. I learn how to write haiku among my friends who publish with me on the Polish site abc.haiku.pl. Israel López Balan: I’m a mexican buddhist with a jewish name and mayan-spanish last names, who writes japanese haiku in english . . . What a cocktailized world!
http://mercado-depulgas.blogspot.com/ Ed Markowski lives & writes in Auburn Hills, Michigan. His haiku, senryu, haibun, free verse poetry, & short fiction has appeared in print & electronic journals world wide. He has presented his work at a variety of venues including The Landmark Pub in Brooklyn, New York, The Old Miami Club in Detroit, The National Arts Club in Manhattan, & at The Chautauqua Institution in Chautauqua, New York. Joanne Merriam is the editor of Seven by Twenty and has had poems in Alba, Amaze, The Fiddlehead, Roadrunner Haiku Journal and Scifaiku. joannemerriam.com Originally from the Midwest, Don Miller has been living in southern New Mexico for 20+ years. Over the past 5+ years his haiku, tanka, haibun and other short poetry have been published in several on-line journals and/or print magazines. Joanne Morcom is a writer, social worker and certified laughter yoga leader in Calgary, Alberta. Her poetry postcards are available from pooka 80
press, her scifaiku chapbook A Nameless Place is available from Sam’s Dot Publishing and her haiku book A Piece of Eggshell, written in collaboration with The Magpie Haiku Poets, can be ordered from the author at her website www.joannemorcom.com. Genie Nakano is a columnist with the local Gardena Valley News in Gardena, California, and has been featured in the Rafu Shimpoo and Daily Breeze. She is a dance and yoga teacher by trade. GenieYogini.Com Dana-Maria Onica: 49, eye doctor. I’m "an ant that climbs up the edge of the book". (Joe Salerno) Peter H. Pache is retired, living in rural New Mexico on a small farm. Kathe L. Palka is the author of two chapbooks of free verse, The Grace of Light (Finishing Line Press), and Faith to See and Other Poems (Finishing Line Press), both available through Amazon.com Her work in Japanese forms has appeared in bottle rockets, Frogpond, Modern Haiku, paper wasp, red lights and Ribbons. She placed third in the Haiku Society of America’s 2009 81
Gerald Brady Memorial Senryu Contest. http://kathepalka.com/ Ray Rasmussen’s haiku, haiga and haibun and articles have appeared regularly in the haiku genre journals. He’s the managing editor of contemporary haibun online. He dreamed that in a previous life he was a university professor, but now spends his time feeding the dogs, doing housework, writing and doing photography. http://raysweb.net Aalix Roake is by birth an American, artist and writer, who is now living and working in New Zealand. She has had her paintings and writings published, alone or sometimes simultaneously in a publication, (such as BlackmailPress.com) and previously contributed to tinywords as an haiku author AalixR.com. Charlie Rossiter is an NEA Fellowship recipient and 3-time Pushcart Prize nominee who has been writing and publishing haiku for a long time. He a past guest-editor of Modern Haiku. His latest book (not haiku) is All Over America: Road Poems (2009), 82
available at www.Foothillspublishing.com Claudette Russell is a retired high school English teacher who lives with her husband in rural Connecticut. Her poetry has been published in various print and online journals. Ann K. Schwader’s haiku have appeared in Modern Haiku, Frogpond, The Heron’s Nest, bottle rockets, and elsewhere. Find more about her writing on her Web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~schwader/ Deb Scott lives in Portland, Oregon. She blogs at Stoney Moss and is one of the directors at Read Write Poem (http://readwritepoem.org/). Other places have been kind enough to publish her words, too. http://stoneymoss.org/ David Serjeant lives in Derbyshire, UK, where he works as a local government officer. His work has been published in journals such as Blithe Spirit, Presence, Simply Haiku, Shamrock and Chrysanthemum amongst others. http://distantlightning.blogspot.com
Scot Siegel writes from various roadside shoulders around Oregon. His full bio can be found at www.pw.org/content/scot_siegel. Valeria Simonova-Cecon, Russian residing now in Cividale with her husband, Italian haijin Andrea Cecon. She lives a very calm and simple life and finds her inspiration in the beautiful nature of the North-Eastern Italy. Sandra Simpson lives in Tauranga, New Zealand, a city built around estuaries and with an ocean beach. She is secretary of the committee that looks after the Katikati Haiku Pathway and is editor of Haiku NewZ. In 2009 she was a co-winner of the Snapshots Haiku Calendar contest and placed third in the NZPS International Haiku Contest. http://www.poetrysociety.org.nz/haiku news Melissa Spurr is a copywriter, webmaster, poet, photographer and artist. She lives in Joshua Tree, California with her husband, two dogs and a cross-eyed cat. David Stark is a multimedia developer living in New York City with his wife and 84
two cats. He is a long-time reader of tinywords and is thrilled by its return to publication. John Stone is a musician who sometimes writes things down. He has been published in the usual places and still believes love will find a way. http://johnstones.webs.com/ Jon Summers: I live and work in South Wales, and find that my time is being rapidly filled with three young children (including 2 year old twins), a wonderful wife, and the local church, which means that tiny-words are about all I’ve got time to manage. http://hums-jms.blogspot.com/ Born in Hull, England, André Surridge lives in the city of Hamilton, New Zealand. He is the winner of several national and international writing awards and his writing has been widely published and anthologised. Barbara A Taylor lives in northern NSW, Australia. Her poems appear in many Japanese short form journals and ezines including Mainichi Daily News, Asahi Haikuist Column, Lynx, Presence, Ginyu, Sketchbook, Ribbons, Frogpond, 85
Wisteria, 3lightsgallery, Haiku News, Shamrock, tinywords, Simply Haiku, Kokako, Moonset, Magnapoets, Eucalypt, and elsewhere. Poetry with audio is at http://batsword.tripod.com. Cindy Tebo is a long-time resident of Catawissa, MO. Her work has appeared in various publications and anthologies. http://thecatagorian.blogspot.com/ D. F. Tweney is the publisher of tinywords. He lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with his wife, two young children, dog, and house. Haiku are the only poems he has time to write. John Vincent lives in the woods of Massachusetts and dearly wants to adopt a puppy. Bill Waters lives in Pennington, N.J., with his wonderful wife and their three amazing cats. http://twitter.com/Bill312 Kath Abela Wilson listens poetically to science lectures as she sketches and writes her way around the world with her Caltech mathematics professor/musician husband. Kathabela, a member of HSA and Southern CA
Haiku Study Group, is creator and organizer of Poets on Site, a Pasadena, California-based multi-media poetry performance group. You can hear her and her band of poets read mostly short poems here: http://www.pacificasiamuseum.org/_di gital_lounge/audio_tours.aspx Jeffrey Winke lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in a warehouse loft with an obstructed view of Lake Michigan. He writes haiku, haibun, and articles about heavy equipment moving dirt. www.electricdaybook.com.
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