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THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 11th May '23 — a Thursday feature

hosts: Firdaus Parvez & Kala Ramesh


poet of the month: Lew Watts


11th May 2023


Happy to present Lew Watts and there's a lot waiting for you this month!

Who is this haibuneer, who won the Touchstone Award for his haibun, 'Spacial Concept: Waiting' ?

Lew Watts is the author of Tick-Tock, a haibun collection that received an Honorable Mention in the Haiku Society of America’s 2020 Merit Book Awards, and Eira (in press), a collection of haiku and haibun (both from Snapshot Press). Lew is also the co-author, with Roberta Beary and Rich Youmans, of Haibun: A Writer's Guide (Ad Hoc Fiction, forthcoming). He is the haibun co-editor of Frogpond and was awarded an honorary doctorate from Bristol University in 2016. Born and raised in Wales, he now lives in Chicago with his wife, Roxanne Decyk. His other passions are fly fishing and gin martinis.


We asked Lew some questions and he has been kind to answer them. The second answer will wake you up! THG:

2. How do you translate experience into writing? I wrote and published free verse and formal poetry long before discovering Japanese forms in 2010. For my early haibun, I told stories about my Welsh past and my time living abroad in many countries. But there was always something lurking in the shadows. The first time it appeared was in a haiku that literally flew onto the page. It was so shocking (and true) that I wanted to take it back—too late! Since then, I have been able to surface many memories that had been buried—in that respect, haibun has been a savior for me. Nowadays, I write about experiences and wait . . . and wait . . . for insight or truth to emerge in one or more haiku.



Aberfan


1961 garbled words from space my father back from the pub


1962 click of a stopwatch again last under the desk


1963 nicking a Beano from the newsstand JFK dead


1964 Beatles land in New York creeping downstairs


1965 early hours a phantom punch in the first round


1966

Rumors throughout the school. Older boys picked up at the gates by fathers. Classes cancelled. Walking home through silent streets. Our front door ajar. A note from Dad that he’s gone to help, back in a couple of days. Grabbing an apple. Cycling past the biscuit factory, into Roath, then Llanishen, heading for Merthyr. A puncture in the dark. A chill in the air. A police car taking me home. The helplessness. The fear. The dark.


surfacing my body picked clean by crows


Presence, 72. 2022

Prompt:

Storytelling has various avatars. Have you ever tried to plug into a style that you have never tried before? Did you notice these short sentences? and still, the storyline is not lost. Give us a haibun which is full of punch, vigour and vitality!



PLEASE NOTE:

1. Only two haibun per poet per prompt. Please put your name and country of residence under your poem, it makes the editors' work easier. Thanks.

2. Share your best-polished pieces.

3. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written.

Let it simmer for a while.

4. When poets give suggestions and if you agree to them - post your final edited version on top of your original version.

5. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.


We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished haibun (within 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly journal.

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#1


(Boo)k Awards


How great that zero chapbooks won. And I just loved paying over $50 to print out & mail my ebook that should have been viewed online. And how awesome that a dead person got top prize.


homicidal moon

girl you know you better

watch out


comments welcome

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mona bedi
mona bedi
19. Mai 2023
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Interesting prose!

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Vidya Shankar
Vidya Shankar
17. Mai 2023

#2


(appreciate feedback)


Wide Open


They:


Is that what you are wearing?

That dress makes you look

fat

short

slutty

fake

provoking

unstylish

old-fashioned

frumpish


Me:


I am wearing this dress

This dress makes me

happy


eastward bound…

the tailing shadows

i no longer notice

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Vidya Shankar
Vidya Shankar
19. Mai 2023
Antwort an

Ah, okay. "Is that what you are wearing?" means 'What is that you are wearing?' but the attitude differs. It's more pointed and hurtful.

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Anju Kishore
Anju Kishore
15. Mai 2023

#2 May 15

(Critique most welcome)

Revision 1 (Thanks Kala)


Kaveri


Two sons fight over the mother. One dams her, leaving the thirsty other to seek water from a neighbour.

Caught in the conflict, I catch the last bus home, hoping it will not get stopped and torched on the way. Jam-packed shoulder-to-shoulder, we are from all sides of the border.


The mother prays for rain.


still lulled

by an old lullaby

long forgotten toys


Note: Kaveri is a river, also spelt as Cauvery


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Kaveri

Two sons fighting over the mother. One damming her, leaving the other thirsty, and seeking water from a neighbour. Caught in the conflict, catching the last bus home, hoping it will not get torched. Jam…

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Anju Kishore
Anju Kishore
17. Mai 2023
Antwort an

Hi Vidya

Thanks much 😊. I have corrected jam-packed and added the note too as you suggested.

I intended standing packed shoulder to shoulder. So I don't feel the need for a comma after jam-packed.

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mona bedi
mona bedi
14. Mai 2023

Post #2


Minutes


12 a.m the bed looks inviting

12.30 a.m. should I read a book?

12.40 a.m. drowsy

1.45 a.m. suddenly awake

1.45 a.m. I have to check the locks

2 a.m. all is good

2.15 a.m. can’t sleep

2.30 a.m. I put on sleep music

3 a.m. still no sleep

3.10 a.m. sleepy

5.15 a.m. ah! slept for two hours


new dawn

the cobweb on my window

full of sun drops


Feedback appreciated:)

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mona bedi
mona bedi
16. Mai 2023
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Thanks 😊

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Camping


With a rod over your shoulder, you rock-hop around the point. I stand on dark bricks of basalt at the water’s edge, waving goodbye. A chill wind swirls a palette of grey cloud and rocks our small van near the river’s mouth. With my blank page, a pen, and a deck chair I find a warm place to write. The sea roars like an outboard motor. A strong tide aided by this gale funnels up the inlet to challenge the river head on. Stunted scrub clings to a thin humus ridge on top of the sand dunes where a wallaby shuffles deeper under a bush. In a haze of salt, Eddystone Lighthouse grips the granite ready to flash it…


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