Thank you to editor Rick Black for selecting the following haiku from my Third Honorable Mention chapbook, Songs Where We Least Expect Them:
weathered oars
we fold our worries
into the river
Acorn 42, Spring 2019
solar flares
a spill of buttercups
in the meadow
Acorn 35, Fall 2015
in cupped hands
the harvest moon rests
for a moment
1st Place, 2015 Autumn Moon Haiku Contest
Living Haiku Anthology, 2015
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Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Turtle Light Press, Haiku Chapbook Contest 2019
Thrilled to receive Third Honorable Mention for my haiku chapbook, Songs Where We Least Expect Them!
I'm grateful to the judge, Susan Antolin, for her lovely comments:
"Rich with specific and evocative nature images, this collection showcases the varied landscape and wildlife of a northern region in a vibrant and engaging series of haiku.
mallard flock the iridescent sound of morning
These haiku engage all of the senses and incorporate a wide range of seasonal references. The individual haiku are well crafted and often suggestive of a greater emotional back story.
weathered oars
we fold our worries
into the river
Occasionally, the haiku in this collection also cause us to contemplate our place in the cosmos.
solar flares
a spill of buttercups
in the meadow
In all of these haiku humans are, if not actually present, never far away.
in cupped hands
the harvest moon rests
for a moment
On the whole, an appealing and beautifully crafted collection."
I'm grateful to the judge, Susan Antolin, for her lovely comments:
"Rich with specific and evocative nature images, this collection showcases the varied landscape and wildlife of a northern region in a vibrant and engaging series of haiku.
mallard flock the iridescent sound of morning
These haiku engage all of the senses and incorporate a wide range of seasonal references. The individual haiku are well crafted and often suggestive of a greater emotional back story.
weathered oars
we fold our worries
into the river
Occasionally, the haiku in this collection also cause us to contemplate our place in the cosmos.
solar flares
a spill of buttercups
in the meadow
In all of these haiku humans are, if not actually present, never far away.
in cupped hands
the harvest moon rests
for a moment
On the whole, an appealing and beautifully crafted collection."
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