Past Features

“Last winter at this very time [around Christmas] I flew to Rochester, NY to see my mother . . .”

“. . . letterpress. Every letter pressed by human force into the fibers of paper. An ancient art. Not sure I’d do it again . . .”

“The book that I am proudest of though because it simply had to be written is And So It Was, poems for my father, 1998 . . .

“My desire was to write a haiku book that moved haiku from the limitation of poetry to the larger arena of literature . . .”

“A friend suggested the pocket-size, which afterwards seemed so obvious I wondered why I didn't think of it . . .”

“In Croatia we had our stubborn haiku master—the Japanologist, mathematician and academic, Vladimir Devidé—and his books could be borrowed from libraries . . .”

“It was springtime when I had just cut off a rose protruding from an adjacent garden iron gate and pinned it onto my chest . . .”

“I chose to leave the poems in chronological order. I felt this would be the most telling way to show how my poetry has changed over the years, as well as how I have changed . . .”

“Unimaginable events brought me from the Detroit Zoological Park’s Education Division to what would become the Kalamazoo Nature Center . . .”

“During that first summer in Burgundy 1974, one day I was out walking in the fields with some friends . . .”