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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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
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…
#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…
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.
Thank you sharing, a powerful haibun.