Winter Haiku is a group blog. In 5 more months til the Haiku Canada national conference in Ottawa.
Containers
a pinkie-sized hole
from my arms getting heavy
or was that my bag?
(Is that too pared back to stand alone?)
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thin-haired fused shell
lacework of blood bubbles:
harrowed marrowed skull
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shiny vase
overloaded
with dust
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One Deep Breath: Container Prompt: Other responses
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Weston Book
Poetry Book Links: Joanna Weston’s poetry book, A Summer Father released in November. I’m a fan of how she turns words, pithy and eloquent, understated and revealing. Her elegiac book of remembrances called a A Summer Father is from Alberta’s Frontenac House, the same press as published Sheri-D‘s re:Zoom, a playful exploration of language. Both are about $15 Cnd. My book buying list keeps getting longer and longer.
Her poems centre around memories of her father and his poems of time as a soldier. The poem Violent Poetry begins with an epigraph from her father’s poems then continues in her own spare measured strides with a powerful control,
…the smooth bright shapely shell
And the great gun lifted gleaming in the air,
Perfect with all the skill of men’s contriving.war was the longest poem
I ever lived:
words blew apart
in my mind
the letters settling
in torn ditches
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K.I. Press
K.I. Press’ 2nd poetry book Spine has re-envisioning of new testament stories .
Her phrasings are tight without being hollowly terse. There’s has a playfulness, energy and momentum that made me stop and read as I flipped though half a dozen titles in the bookstore, being less impressed with each one until spine.
That’s my third whistle stop at that writer. I remember taking note as her being of interest from what Amanda said about her Types of Canadian Women book and at that point the name bouncing off a pleasant vague memory of having liked something else Press had written.
Does that mean that 10 contacts had passed before then to trough out a neural impression? How many more before the landscape is washed out by being completely taken with her style? This one I loved thinking, a past self would have loved this book to bits. It still sets off the religious fascination but not as it would have once had. The writing is compelling. In one poem describes not books as being like people, but each person being a book, a reversal I found interesting. For me, interesting can be high praise.
