Archive for April, 2009

Kikakuza 1st International Haibun Contest Results

Posted in Event report on April 30, 2009 by Tito

GRAND PRIX For Rose (John Parsons, UK)

HIGHLY COMMENDED As If It Does So Just For Me (Barbara Taylor, Australia); Untitled (Ion Codrescu, Romania); Close Encounters (Bamboo Shoot, UK)

HONORABLE MENTIONS Wanting (Philippa Yaa de Villiers, South Africa); Untitled (Zinovy Y Vayman, USA); The Ark (Angelee Deodhar, India); Last Wish (Jo Pacsoo, UK); Untitled (Valeria Simonova, Italy); April Gusts (Luce Pelletier, Canada)

TOTAL: 90 entries. JUDGES: Nobuyuki Yuasa & Stephen Henry Gill

CEREMONY: April 4th. The Grand Prix-winning piece was read aloud at a small ceremony held at the temple of Jogyoji 上行寺 in Isehara, where  Basho’s disciple Kikaku’s grave is located. A cherry-tree was flowering and a lark was singing overhead.

READ ON: Click the page link at top right of top page entitled “Kikakuza ’09 Winning Haibun”, in order to read the top four entries. If you are accessing via Contemporary Haibun Online, first click the picture of hailstones at the top and then you’ll get the page menu.

Lament

Posted in Haiku, Spring on April 30, 2009 by Toshi

A petal of cherry blossom

Falls fluttering on me

— Ah, too heavy.

From Jane in Katy, Texas

Posted in Haiku, Spring, Tanka on April 15, 2009 by Tito

petals fallen from
these Cherokee roses…
what landmark for me?

(2 Apr. The house is on a corner and surrounded by a high wooden fence on which Cherokee roses – small, white, single – flourished for a time, providing a distinctive landmark from a block or more away. )

In royal splendor
it sits
silent among the roars and squeaks
of an awakening world:
one grey-and-white dove

(11 Apr.)

end of March

Posted in Haiqua, Spring on April 7, 2009 by Ellis

Just one petal
from just one topmost bud
shakes off its furs–
magnolia.

XII

Posted in Haiga, No/All season on April 5, 2009 by Gerald

april fools

nowhere near the summitー

god of this mountain

test launch

Posted in Senryu, Spring on April 5, 2009 by david mccullough

as rockets arrive

blossom fills the morning air

darkening the sun