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THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 10th August 2023 Lorraine A Padden: Featured Haibuneer

Updated: Aug 10, 2023

hosts: Reid Hepworth & Shalini Pattabiraman


poet of the month: Lorraine A Padden


10th August 2023

A Thursday Feature

Fasten your seatbelts! We are back for week 2 with Lorraine A Padden.


THG:

Lorraine, can you tell us a bit about your writing process? Do you write at home, at a desk, out in nature, at a certain time of the day, etc.?


Lorraine:

I try to maintain a daily writing practice, and that often happens at home. I do write at a desk but prefer the couch with my laptop because our cat will come and sit next to me! I get outdoors a few times a week and I carry a haiku journal with me for those explorations. Its pages are not bound; the journal has a metal spine and comes with individual magnetic-edged paper pages so I can shuffle them around between draft poems, prompts, and other notes. It’s nerdy and I love it. Just in the last few months I’ve started to record poem bits and notes on my phone but I prefer pencil and paper….


Throttle

The Bronco’s on and off the brakes so I ease up to leave more room between us. Some swerving each time the driver reaches over to tend to what I imagine must be an excited puppy in the passenger seat.

play date

He pulls over to the curb so everyone behind him can make their way around.

the sound of marbles

Those curious dog ears suddenly become the tousled hair of a young boy cowering as Bronco lifts himself out of his seat and leans over with both hands.

hitting the floor

Source:

Upwelling - Haiku, Senryu, Tanka and Haibun by orraine A Padden, 2022, Red Moon Press


THG:

This is such a powerful haibun, Lorraine. Do you find it difficult writing about challenging subject matter? How do you know how much to put in and how much to leave out to allow the reader to fill in the gaps?


Lorraine:


I wrote that piece shortly after witnessing that terrifying scene. I pulled into a gas station and the Bronco disappeared before I could get the license plate number. This was a very difficult haibun to write. I’ve experienced my own array of adverse childhood experiences, and I’ve practiced mindfulness meditation with incarcerated youth in Juvenile Hall with the hope of finding and offering moments of calm both to those children, and to myself. Trauma runs deep and it’s hard enough to step into a healing process in the aftermath. Throttle was a heartbreaking example of the moment of such damage happening in real time. In this particular piece, I wanted to invite the prose to provide narrative detail but then restrain the flow to allow the haiku to bear much of the emotional weight.


Prompt:

Try writing about something you have witnessed or experienced that made you feel uncomfortable, angry or helpless. Perhaps from a time when you didn’t have the voice or the opportunity to say anything. Please only write what you feel comfortable sharing.


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Kala Ramesh
Kala Ramesh
Aug 15, 2023

haibun with parallel haiku


this and that


rat scurries across the marketplace


a movement glistening provokes me to hop around

what sweat

squeak on the vendor’s forehead

racket from windchimes lends background music


#2

Feedback welcome.

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Created by Johannes Berge How do you read a parallel haiku: https://www.thehaikufoundation.org/omeka/items/show/3490

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Gauri
Gauri
Aug 15, 2023
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How about using a different L1 and make glistening sweat at L2. For example :

coconut cart

glistening sweat

at the vendor's forehead


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Kala Ramesh
Kala Ramesh
Aug 14, 2023

Richard Grahn requested me to post this haibun here:

Thanks, Richard.


Overexposed


You occupy half the space; your smile dominates the composition. I look happy—must have been—I was holding hands with you. Here we are in posterity between my finger and thumb. How have I become so numb to file you in the circular file, to banish you from this time and space, to leave behind what could not be, to set aside what you meant to me?


Turn the page. Another display of happy faces, you half dressed, my hair a mess—nothing like obliviousness to paint a carefree picture. Two criminals of love, abusers of each other’s lust, nightmares passing in the hall, emotions bouncing off the walls. “They’re…


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sangita kalarickal
sangita kalarickal
Aug 22, 2023
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@Richard Grahn This is so you! A true combination of musicality and poetry.

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Sumitra  Kumar
Sumitra Kumar
Aug 14, 2023

#1 Feedback Welcome!


Prose tightened, thanks to Anju and Gauri. Thank you Reid and Kala for the feedback and suggestions.


16th August Revised version:


Springs and Offsprings


Entering my last trimester of pregnancy, I sign in at the reception desk and sit by myself in the common hall close to the emergency ward for gynaecology. A woman experiencing contractions had been wheeled in just a while back. Murmurs ensue among the waiting women about the rapidly unfolding emergency. My hands reach my tummy instinctively to stroke the miracle in creation.


Minutes later, the nurse rushes over to announce the arrival of a baby girl. The grandma gives a delighted holler and then follows it up with a query, “Is th…


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Sumitra  Kumar
Sumitra Kumar
Aug 16, 2023
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Hi Anju! So nice to read your feedback and interact with you in this forum. Your suggestions make sense. I see how you have also deleted the ‘telling’ parts of the prose. Thank you for these tips! Will revise.

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Gauri
Gauri
Aug 14, 2023

Haibun # 1


Feedback welcome


Art of the broken

The shell of my chaos breaks as you pour a few red hot words on it. In the pandora moment, your words dissipate. Chaos is the gold that mends this shell together.

afterwards on the shore

a tapestry of plastics and shards

Emptiness weighs heavier than ever. I clutch at what remains, bruising all over. Whoever said chaos is another name for magic?


the dogs whimpers

cutting soothing sounds of the flute

in pieces

Peace never is a person nor is it a sound. In the folds of my skin, peace is a place that doesn’t hurt.

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Gauri
Gauri
Aug 14, 2023

Thank you sharing, a powerful haibun.

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