But once I got the idea to do the haiga as a sort of concrete poem, I couldn’t resist. (Though I did restrain myself from elevating one of the Os in “moonrise” above the line.)
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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