Today is Haikus for Sundiata Acoli day. The event, organized by Portland poet Walidah Imarisha and launched by the Sundiata Acoli Freedom Campaign, is a public literary activism movement to honor Sundiata Acoli and call for his release from prison. Acoli is a political prisoner, hounded by police for his membership in the Black Panther Party in the ’60s and ’70s (Sundiata’sContinue reading “#Haikus4Sundiata”

New publication

I don’t write much poetry, but when I put lines down I feel fairly confident in, they’re always in the form of haiku. I feel like I understand that form, inasmuch as anyone can (the mystery and ambiguity of the form is one of the reasons I love it so). And, as regular readers mightContinue reading “New publication”

A Writer’s Notebook: haiku at moonrise

A few weeks ago, I attended the O-Tsukimi moonviewing festival at the Portland Japanese Garden. Among the various activities at the festival, the organizers had laid out small handmade notebooks and pens for us to write haiku about the moon. These are my haiku. Weathered paper moon floats, a child’s folded boat — unsinkable light.Continue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: haiku at moonrise”

A Writer’s Notebook: (more) haiku

So, as promised, a few haiku: children laughing on swings dress heels clacking on cut stone — the grass grows unnoticed stone bench hard and cold exhaust fumes burn through the hot wind — sunlight in my hair like dark chocolate so bitter and sharp — so smooth smoke drifts in the breeze I’ve mentionedContinue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: (more) haiku”