Under the Bashō 2023
Linked Forms, Sequences and Contrapuntal Poetry
Editor: Clayton Beach
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- Written by: Clayton Beach & Stephen Bailey
Clayton Beach
Stephen Bailey
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- Written by: Cynthia Anderson
eruption
getting me nowhere
these fantasies
of running away
after the lava
vog and laze
sleepwalking through
the daily routine
cold again
pitch black night
the drone of crickets
under burning stars
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- Written by: Gregory Tullock
Shiki’s ambition
an insatiable tiger
stripped of its claws
his poem journeys
to smaller mountains now
- cockscomb and peony
from his sickbed
observing the beauty
of all that passes
a fish in a bowl
swimming in glass-walled freedom
this painful beauty
a moonflower falls
the night so quiet
it echoes
dawn breaks early
the night too short
and painfully long
his fever rising
how he longs for the rain
of the picture-book store
Shiki’s frail hand
love letters to a garden
seen through a window
Shiki in his bed
strolling through the garden
stepping on nothing
Shiki flies out
among the chrysanthemums
- a butterfly
outside his window
the dew evaporates
each drop a Shiki
the invalid poet
a once in a lifetime
persimmon
Shiki rises up
his body motionless
- hototogisu
Shiki’s death bed
the bird has taken flight
unseen garden
Shiki’s empty bed
his enduring brilliance
loaned to a star
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- Written by: Jennifer Hambrick and Richard Gilbert
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- Written by: Jenny Ward Angyal
my ruined knee
will carry me no further
than the banks
of my own pond . . .
I dive into stillness
roiling mud
in shallow water
pain obscures
the silver minnows
of the mind
slowly
silt settles
the search
for lotus root
& snapping turtle
the illusion
of a separate self
bites deep—
sharing the sun
with frog spawn
in the depths
an ancient catfish
lurks unseen. . .
I wait for the softest
brush of barbels
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- Written by: Joanna Ashwell
moon dragonfly
skimming the pond
of an upturned sky
a flash of stars
our dream flight
pen poised
how to begin
to say goodbye
the empty rosebuds
of winter
how can I say
my part in this
one half sky
one half ocean
gravity’s quill
the encyclopaedia
we all wish for
to avoid the pitfalls
the cuckoo song
within
ocean star
loosening from sky
a ridge of light
the long horizon
to aim for
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- Written by: Joel Dias-Porter
(AN IDEA OF IMPROVISATION WITH SHELLS ON A BEACH)
tonba di txuba
na pedras di kaminu
rizu kriansa
fall of rain
on the roadway's stones
a child's laughter
jogu di óril
sinku gritu di korbu
na sangi-drága
game of Oril
five cries of a crow
on the dragon's blood tree
areia pretu
entre nha dedus di pé
ondinhas mornu
black sand
between my toes
warm waves
kanson baléia
azuls di mar ka sima
azul di seu
whale song
the blues of the sea are not
the blue of the sky
na aguas di mar
ondulason da lua
éku di sinu
on ocean water
ripples of the moon
the echo of a bell
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- Written by: Mariko Kitakubo & Deborah P Kolodji
sweet rain
on my flower bed
I welcome home
its early spring
scent
green buds
the rebirth
of a garden
Sakura shoots
covered with
March snow
will a painless future
be possible?
parasites
the loss of an orchard
crop
how many
years ago
the bloody soil
around my roots
pain recalls pain
strife planted
I yearn to be rain-drenched
with healing
Mariko Kitakubo
Deborah P Kolodji
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- Written by: Mariko Kitakubo & Deborah P Kolodji
more than
30 years ...
a thorny road
brings me here,
endless future
the water shoot
grows taller
fresh rose buds
is there
an air pocket?
swinging
high up in the sky
free flight
starling murmuration
the playground
empty now
a vortex
revolves around
Polaris...
sleeping cat
on top of the slide
backyard sprinkler
grandchildren jump
over the jets
Mariko Kitakubo
Deborah P Kolodji
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- Written by: Michelle Hyatt & Jacob Salzer
new worlds
spoken into existence
Pele clears her throat
Hi’aka dancing . . .
thunder echoes over the sea
flashes of mist
Lilinoe awakens
over Haleakala
third trimester . . .
the scent of Haumea's flowers
in the baby's cry
swaying palm fronds
Laka lifts her arms to the sun
Nāmaka's tidal wave
crashes into the fire . . .
her whispers
Michelle Hyatt, Canada
Jacob D. Salzer, USA
“ʻĀina,” the Hawaiian word for “land,” means that which feeds. It encompasses the Hawaiian worldview of a reciprocal and familial relationship between people and the land.