hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
April 24, 2024
poet of the month: Andrew Riutta
Andrew Riutta was born and raised in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, USA. He is a father, chef, and Catholic school custodian. His essay, "The Myths of Manhood," from the collection, This I Believe: On Fatherhood (Jossey-Bass) was featured on Public Radio International's Bob Edwards Show in 2012. His latest book, Blessed: Modern Haibun on Almost Every Despair (Red Moon Press, 2022), was shortlisted for the Touchstone Distinguished Book Award and won the Haiku Society of America’s Merit Book Award for best haibun collection.
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TTH: Do you show your work in progress to anyone, or is it a solitary art that you keep close to your chest before letting it go for publishing?
AR: I do quite frequently share my work with at least one or two folks before I submit. Sometimes they offer feedback and, more often than not, I listen. But not always. Again, taking risks is vital.
How quickly
a lifetime of adventures
narrows
to a can of pork and beans
and the hum of the furnace.
Cigarette Butts and Lilacs
That we should
need maps of cemeteries
to find those so loved . . .
I pause and breathe deeply
the scent of new earth.
Simply Haiku
How on earth
did you pick me
out of the crowd?
Bright stars
and drunken sailors.
Fire Pearls
Some thoughts on Andrew’s poems:
Having read Andrew's work over this month (and his incredible book of haibun titled Blessed) I'm left with the sensations of poetry depicting lives that have been lived on the edge - of sorrow, anger, frustration, poverty, hope, joy, contentment. Of wars, war veterans, death. They are a gateway to worlds that aren't routinely encountered in classical tanka poetry. I will let you decide what these tanka mean for yourselves.
I'd like to thank Andrew for being with us this month and sharing his works, both old and new, as well as his feedback on the poems posted.
Prompt for the week: This is a no-prompt week. Tell us your stories - we'd love to hear :). And mostly, have fun!
Important: Since we're swamped with submissions, and our editors are only human, mistakes can happen. Please, please, remember to put your name, followed by your country, below each poem, even after revisions. It really helps our editors; they won't have to type it in, saving them from potential typos. Thanks a ton!
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And remember – tanka, because of those two extra lines, lends itself most beautifully when revealing a story. And tanka prose is storytelling.
Give these ideas some thought and share your tanka and tanka-prose with us here. Keep your senses open, observe things that happen around you and write. You can post tanka and tanka-prose outside these themes too.
An essay on how to write tanka: Tanka Flights here --
PLEASE NOTE
1. Post only one poem at a time, only one per day.
2. Only 2 tanka and two tanka-prose per poet per prompt.
Tanka art of course if you want to.
3. Share your best-polished pieces.
4. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written. Let it simmer for a while.
5. Post your final edited version on top of your original verse.
6. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.
7. haikuKATHA will only consider haiga that showcase original artwork or photos. Post details re: the source of the visual image. If you team up with an artist or photographer, make sure that it’s their original work and that they are not restricted by other publications to share it. We won't be responsible for any copyright issues.
We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 250 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly magazine.
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#2 - 2024-04-30
(original)
evening hues
deep in the city calm . . .
a touch of gold
and distant church bells
sink into the unknown
Ivan Gaćina
Croatia
(feedback, critique & comments most welcome and appreciated)
April 29, 2024 Comments welcome!
N.2
finding joy
in waiting…I breathe in
this quietness
the wind suddenly stops
my mind’s wild clamor
Rita Melissano, USA
#1
Revision
soil
clinging to the roots
of a dead tree
there comes a time
to detach from ties
Feedback still very welcome if the original open ended version is better or the above revised one. Thank you
Original:
soil
clinging to the roots
of a dead tree
the time of life
we must detach
Arvinder Kaur
Chandigarh India
Feedback welcome
29.04.2024
#2
Revision. Thank you Dinah Power, Priti Aisola Ma'am and Joanna Ashwell. Don't think I'll be able to edit the first verse at present, Priti Ma'am. Nothing's coming up. Sorry. 🙏🙏
a walk
through puddles
and people
I try to hold that hand
which holds a hundred more
Kalyanee Arandhara
Assam, India
Feedback most welcome
Original:
a walk
through puddles
and people
I try to hold that hand
which holds hundred more
Kalyanee Arandhara
Assam, India
Feedback most welcome
№1......29/4/24
in the fading dew
drawing kolam patterns
on the courtyard steps
her practiced fingers glide
with knowing grace
Nalini Shetty
India
feedback welcome
**https://www.esamskriti.com/e/Culture/Indian-Culture/Significance-of-KOLAMS--1.aspx