Brian Tasker was the leading British Zen-inspired haikuist through the 1990s, editing a beautiful if short-lived journal (bare bones) during that time, and self-producing books such as this one from 1996.
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All haiku in the Book of the Week Archive are selected by Tom Clausen, and are used with permission.
the temple bell sounds; a woodpigeon pauses to fill the silencesudden heart beating wings of the pheasant breaking coverafter the rain the starsall my expectations my lover letting down her hairsummer storm: on an old radio jazz cracklesafter she's gone unwinding a long hair from my pillowfirst cold morning— on the bathroom heater dust burnsin and out of our argument a butterflyat the rest-home slowly I wake my father dreaming of the pastanother day without work early morning mist driftingthe smiling doctor waves me into his room: the grey afternoon lighthigh tide over and over the shifting shinglea light rain into the evening mist— woodsmoke