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”
Samuel Snoek-Brown 