Where the Light Falls
To
buy a copy of my latest book or read selections featuring haiku, haibun and other recent
poetry, Just choose the following link:
Where
the Light Falls .
A
Kindle edition is available.
As one reviewer said : "Multi-faceted crystals of insight, inspiration
and intention." Most selections have been previously
published in quality journals.
(book excerpt)
pussy willow
the stream bends
where the light falls
There is really no definition of poetry that does it
for me. Given the limits of language, perhaps there is not an adequate
one available that covers all its dimensions.
In some ways it is totally useless. Let's face it: Some people just
do not relate. (And that is OK, too.) As Frank O'Hara said:
Too many poets act like a
middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked
meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don’t give a damn
whether they eat or not... Nobody should experience anything they
don’t need to, if they don’t need poetry, bully for them. . .
For those of us who do tune in to creative consciousness this way,
writing poetry
is a treasure, the key to which is a refining of the spirit, a
crystallization of the Self.
Poetry is not truth; it is not god and in fact often consists of
passionate lies. Yet, for those of us able to use the power of its raw
perception, we tremble in expectation as we write the truth of our being
expressed only in words.
Urged by friends and by my beautiful partner, Joyce, I humbly offer a
few poems. . .Perhaps--though I doubt it--they may possibly fill in a
few of those brilliant spaces between the stars.
Selected Poetry
I qualified in 2009, in light of publication
in many journals and anthologies of poetry, to be listed as a poet in the
following directory:
Poets and Writers Magazine Directory Listing
Most of
my later poetry is archived on my poetry blog:
Haiku Crossings.
