In this chapbook, Dudley’s poetic imagination is concerned with vivid, subtly meaningful moments from domestic life.
. . . several brilliant haiku sequences, in Dutch and English, by Max Verhart . . .
Steve Dolphy"s haiku are marked by keen observation, a lively sense of humour, and the imaginative use of odd connections that make them especially memorable.
Welch's works are almost always sharp, concrete renditions of original moments, and this collection is a fine example of his skillful work.
The haiku of Leroy Gorman, Canadian poet, are unique for their playfulness, and for their visual wit . . .
. . .her haiku brilliantly express the transient, fleeting nature of experience and perception.
Partly because Vietnam was such a different kind of war, and so controversial at home in the US, Wilson prefers to see it on its own terms, creating his own rhetoric rather than using the tradition rhetoric of historical justifications.
Handmade chapbooks of haiku were once more popular than now.
This prestigious series of anthologies, begun in 1996, is perhaps the longest running of its kind in English.
Justly known for keen observation combined with exactitude of expression, the Canadian poet Marianne Bluger repays close reading . . .
Canals, and their associated locks, and tow paths were once more numerous in England than almost anywhere.
...a compelling story of farm life for women during the late 19th and early 20th C.
I can think of no better way to recommend Ken’s work than by immersing you in one of his characteristic haibun in full.
If you like to read the best of the best, these anthologies are hard to beat.
This book was the first in what has become a substantial shelf of Australian haiku anthologies.
. . .early notice of the talent she would display for the next thirty years In American haiku circles.
Denis's haiku noir are often shaped by his experiences of war, and effectively plunge the reader into that alien arena.
For concentrated quality of writing in several haiku related genres, year after year the Red Moon anthologies are unequaled.
It is tragic that such fine poetry had to come from the consciousness of mortality.
Gahnertz's haiku, many of which betray a casual, hit and miss attitude toward structure and theme, are occasionally arresting.