Prune Juice, Issue #8

The latest issue of Prune Juice is now live, containing senryu, kyoka, and haiga by me and a number of my Facebook friends, including Johnny Baranski, Mark E. Brager, Kirsten Cliff, Aubrie Cox, Margaret Dornaus, Curtis Dunlap, Terri French, Christine Nguyen, and Lucas Stensland.

I am pleased to have two senryu included in this issue:

winter constellations
my car keys
right where I left them

persistence of memory
my abs remember
yesterday’s Pilates

A is for Apple

One challenge complete, another just beginning. February 1 marks the first anniversary of NaHaiWriMo. Although I’ve stepped out now and then to recharge my haiku-writing batteries, I have been fairly consistent about writing a haiku a day since last February. How do I love NaHaiWriMo? Let me count the ways… since then I have begun to feel more confident in writing haiku, made many haiku friends both online and in person, attended two haiku conferences and the annual Seabeck retreat, branched out and begun writing the related forms of tanka, haibun, senryu, and kyoka, had many publishing successes and contest placements, added dozens of books and journals to my haiku library, but most of all, have begun to feel like a valued member of the haiku community.

If you’ve been thinking of taking part in NaHaiWriMo, but not sure about the time commitment, the good news is that whether you choose to write one haiku, or all twenty-nine, you can still be part of the experience. More information about NaHaiWriMo can be found on Michael Dylan Welch’s NaHaiWriMo website.

And now, with no further ado, my first February 2012 NaHaWriMo haiku, as we work our way through the alphabet:

mid-winter blues
reaching for a red apple
on a gray morning

Prune Juice

Prune Juice seemed such an unlikely name for a journal, that I hesitated to check it out, when I first discovered it last winter. When I finally did however, what I found, to my delight, is that the senryu and kyoka it contains are as quirky and humorous as its name. And I was hooked. There is a fine line, of course, between what constitutes a haiku, as opposed to a senryu, but I believe that a growing number of whatever-you-want-to-call-them that I write are best categorized in the latter category. Read Prune Juice in its entirely here.

early spring
iPod buds
in every ear

forget-me-not
I fix my broken
URL links

morning commute
a line of geese
bumper to bumper

high noon
growing attached
to my shadow

dragonfly wings
hovering my cursor
over the Like button