HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ad Astra – black holes
Ad Astra with Guest Editor Alex Fyffe
My name is Alex Fyffe, and I am honored to be the Guest Editor of Haiku Dialogue. I would like us to look up and take inspiration from the vastness of outer space. Each week, in a series called Ad Astra (To the Stars), I will present a new topic based on the Great Out There, ranging from satellites to constellations. However, we will be avoiding our sun and moon, as they already get enough exposure in haiku, and, frankly, I think their egos are big enough as is. So we will focus more on their siblings and hopefully write some stellar haiku in the process. I look forward to reading all of your submissions each week.
next week’s theme: The good news is this: We won’t be around for the heat death of the universe. But if the hypothesis is true, then sometime in the unimaginably distant future, all things will more or less wind down in the end. And all memories of us will have long since vanished. Just as I have no memory of anyone who lived 100,000 years ago, no one will remember me 100,000 years from now. But it’s not as bad as it might sound: Stoics and Buddhists alike take comfort in the impermanence of all things. By remembering that everything changes, we can shake off troubling things in our lives and truly experience the beauty that’s happening now. Find inspiration in the thought that the universe may not last forever.
The deadline is midnight Central Time, Saturday December 25, 2021.
Please use the Haiku Dialogue submission form below to enter one or two original unpublished haiku inspired by the week’s theme, and then press Submit to send your entry. (The Submit button will not be available until the Name, Email, and Place of Residence fields are filled in.) With your poem, please include any special formatting requirements & your name as you would like it to appear in the column. A few haiku will be selected for commentary each week. Please note that by submitting, you agree that your work may appear in the column – neither acknowledgment nor acceptance emails will be sent. All communication about the poems that are posted in the column will be added as blog comments.
below is Alex’s commentary for black holes:
A couple of entries for the black hole prompt brought up Christmas, the holiday that is supposed to bring us all together in the spirit of joy and giving. But these poets find only financial woes and empty nests, instead:
Christmas shopping
a black hole
in my walletSlobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia
it’s Christmas . . .
another black hole
without the kidsIngrid Baluchi
North Macedonia
As the latest Covid variant rears its ugly head in the world, so, too, is the virus spreading back into our poetry:
Covid lockdown
shrinking ever smaller
inside these wallsRobert Kingston
Chelmsford, UK
two years of COVID
nearing the
event horizonSusan Farner
USA
The longer this goes on, the more it might seem like a point of no return, drawing us deeper and deeper into its heavy darkness. It’s not surprising that the theme of black holes brought out some horrific images in the submissions. Loss, grief, and trauma all came to the surface:
alone at night
a stillborn baby
in her armsPat Davis
Pembroke, New Hampshire
sunny day –
the freshly dug grave
filled with lightMirela Brăilean
Romania
this death certificate
immerse me
into the wellNani Mariani
Australia
secret puzzle box …
the pills I promised
to throw awayAnabelle Taylor
Florida, USA
But despite the horror and sorrow that life can bring, there were also those who dared to find a little bit of humor in the face of absolute darkness:
somewhere
in a black hole
tv remoteRoberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, Iowa
curled black cat—
a singularity
on the bedTony Williams
Scotland, UK
inside a black hole–
Space Force discovers all
our lost socksLev Hart
Canada
& here are the rest of the selections:
words of war
I find myself
down her throatLakshmi Iyer
India
my mood today
even the dark side
of the moon lighterStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, Washington
cluttered home…
in the centre of the galaxy
a black holeDeborah Karl-Brandt
Bonn, Germany
event horizon –
all i know
of your hugsorizzonte degli eventi –
tutto quello che so
dei tuoi abbracciDennys Cambarau
Sardinia, Italy
When you cry,
he said, that great black hole
becomes your faceSarah Davies
Bedford, UK
time dilating
past the event horizon
that first bite of chocolateChristina Sng
Singapore
after his funeral
father’s secret
in the black bagKeiko Izawa
Yokohama, Japan
splash of gravity
pulling you
away from meRonald Degler
Harbor City, California
home to office
blackhole
office to homeKavya Janani. U
India
tunnelling train. . .
the blackness
of a trackman’s whistleR. Suresh babu
India
parting time
pa slips into a black hole
grasping my handSubir Ningthouja
Imphal, India
i am the night
and yet
your blue eyesTiffany Shaw-Diaz
Centerville, Ohio
dark world–
under the bottom of weight
a coelacanthTeiichi Suzuki
Japan
spiraling
through one more morphine shot
cancer’s black holeAlfred Booth
Colombes, France
funeral chant
a calm breeze coaxing
his closed eyesRicha Sharma
India
singularity—
the point where
he leaves me aloneHifsa Ashraf
Rawalpindi, Pakistan
under pressure
the collapse
of our partnershipTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
supermassive black hole the unlived life within me
Vandana Parashar
India
fallen petals
how much of me
gone with youArvinder Kaur
Chandigarh, India
empty canvas
the way the shadows
draw themselvesMona Bedi
Delhi, India
his two black holes
absorbing nothing—
winter feederJohn S Green
Belllingham, WA
gaping ghyll white waters give up white noise
simonj
UK
my shoe
trembles at the edge
black holesRefika Dedić
Bosnia and Herzegovina
black hole…
where we come from
where we goNeena Singh
Chandigarh, India
cold moon
the look in her eyes
with her last breathBona M. Santos
Los Angeles, California
in his orbit
waiting for a flicker
of emotionMark Gilbert
UK
Sagittarius A
you turn my legs
into spaghettiSue Courtney
Orewa, New Zealand
dark matter
her shadow grows larger
as he walks awayJonathan Alderfer
Maine, USA
he loves me
he loves me not
petals in the voidMargie Gustafson
Lombard, Illinois
hiding behind
polished walls – debris
of a broken marriageरंगीन दीवारों
के पीछे छिपे
ध्वस्त रिश्तेTeji Sethi
India
all the words
I have never said…
black holesRosa Maria Di Salvatore
Catania, Italy
the weight
of unspoken ‘I told you’s
Icarus fallingBaisali Chatterjee Dutt
Kolkata, India
ajar
her failing memory
still fills with laughterAmanda White
Morvah, Cornwall, UK
dusk in the woods
revealing she dreads the darkness
in meTomislav Sjekloća
Cetinje, Montenegro
weight
of a snail shell. . .
home mortgageMeera Rehm
UK
gravity field
all these memories
I drag behind meMark Meyer
Mercer Island, Washington
another letter
from her lawyer…
event horizonJoshua Gage
Cleveland, Ohio
tornado the town gone
Pris Campbell
US
caught on the birdlime
the goldfinch
fluttersBittor Duce Zubillaga
Algorta–Basque Country
when the light was gone
I could not escape
her pullM. R. Defibaugh
Chesterfield, Virginia
pebble road
the weight
of my secretsJackie Chou
US
hands over heart
under the sheet
dress rehearsalCaroline Giles Banks
Minneapolis, Minnesota
winter solstice
all my light imprisoned
in your eyesSusan Rogers
Los Angeles, California
guiding him out
of his sightlessness
black dogHazel Hall
ACT Australia
shock therapy
inside the black hole
all the stars brokenAnette Chaney
Harrison, Arkansas
the long walk
to the empty mailbox
black holeMariel Herbert
California, USA
pretending to be
someone I’m not
family dinnerLouise Hopewell
Australia
writer’s block
I go whirl after whirl into
the black holeMinal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India
uncorked the deadly draw of a space within
Guy Stephenson
Donegal, Ireland
black hole
labor into
capitalYasir Farooq
Pakistan
day moon —
the lonely night
lingers onZahra Mughis
Lahore, Pakistan
fitted sheets –
her body singularity
curves space and timeDan Iulian
Romania
home inspection
a slow leak discovered
near the black holeSarah Metzler
USA
tonight, swallowed by
the heart of the Milky Way—
my spiraling sorrowsPenny Harter
Mays Landing, New Jersey
chain link fence
screams escaping
the schoolyardTim Cremin
Massachusetts, USA
dusk . . .
the last crow vanishes
with your promiseKathleen Vasek Trocmet
Texas, USA
people without shadows
for them
the stars never fallMircea Moldovan
România
weird space –
the emptiness of her lost
visionDorothy Burrows
UK
falling headlong
into my teenage angst –
box of old diariesAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
vacuum cleaner –
black hole for a spider
in the cornerTomislav Maretić
Zagreb, Croatia
last black hole
nothing
left to sayCynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
black hole–
the strong pull
of your voiceLafcadio
USA
toxic colleagues –
my zest
slipping awayCristina Povero
Italy
moonless night…
taking a pull
she slips back inPeg Cherrin-Myers
Franklin, Michigan
truthofthem a t t e r b l a c k h o l e
P. H. Fischer
Vancouver, Canada
black hole . . .
I leave behind
the other meMilan Rajkumar
India
her raven hair . . .
the weight
of darknessBarrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
dark side
of the moon
menopauseSherry Grant
Auckland, New Zealand
strong force —
every other year
we meet for coffeeDuende onFuego
USA
black hole
the time-suck
of the pandemicNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
his black hole
my buried treasure
saved meKath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California
school night
the way a routine
implodesC.R. Harper
USA
misty morning…
my gaze sinks
deeper and deeperElisa Allo
Zug, Switzerland
undetectable
in our wedding photo
black holeMarion Clarke
Warrenpoint, Northern Ireland
giving into
the inevitable…
abandoned dogMadhuri Pillai
Australia
Guest Editor Alex Fyffe teaches high school English in the Houston area. Although he has been writing haiku off and on for a decade, he only started submitting his work during the Global Event known as 2020. Since then his haiku and senryu have been published in various journals, including Frogpond, Modern Haiku, Failed Haiku, Akitsu Quarterly, and the Asahi Haikuist Network. Alex’s first glimpse of haiku was in a collection of writings by Jack Kerouac, and he found the work of Issa while studying abroad in Japan, but he didn’t fall in love with the haiku until he discovered the free-form work of Santoka Taneda. Currently, Alex uses haiku in the classroom to ease students into poetry and build their confidence as readers and writers. Alex also posts haiku on Twitter @AsurasHaiku.
Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. A novice haiku poet, she lives in New York City.
Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at: kjmunro1560.wordpress.com.
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love still exists
among the stars
venus has a crush
Happy Holidays, Everyone!
Thanks for including my poem, Alex. Indeed, I had fun stretching my craft with this one 😉
Thanks also for the kind words, Dorothy, Sue, and Mark. There were so many great haiku this week. I really enjoyed the haiku of Rosa Maria Di Salvatore, Baisali Chatterjee Dutt, and Cynthia Anderson for the pull of silence in their poems. Mona Bedi’s haiku also resonated with me for its
sense of the powerful presence of absence in our lives and art:
empty canvas
the way the shadows
draw themselves
Mona Bedi
Delhi, India
Such a powerful and thought-provoking selection of poems this week. Congratulations to all the writers and many thanks to Alex for including my poem in the column. There were so many strong interpretations of the theme, it’s impossible to pick out clear favourites. I will definitely remember the humour in Lev Hart’s lost socks and the visual impact of P. H. Fischer’s poem.
Wishing you all a peaceful and healthy festive season and a special thanks to Kj, Lori and Alex for organising this inspiring column.
Happy Holidays!
Congratulations to all the poets.
Thank you to Alex, Kj and Lori for including my poem this week.
Many great poems, reading through all those chosen. I enjoyed some with a comical take on this weeks theme.
Two that stood out for me are;
home inspection
a slow leak discovered
near the black hole
——-By Sarah Metzler
And ….
vacuum cleaner —
black hole for a spider
in the corner
——-By Tomislav Maretic
Such a variety of approaches to this theme, and thank you to Alex for including mine. I’ll highlight these:
Sagittarius A
you turn my legs
into spaghetti
Sue Courtney goes to one of my favorite places (our galactic centre).
tornado the town gone
Pris Campbell – this works in many ways, in four words.
alone at night
a stillborn baby
in her arms
Pat Davis – even more shattering in the context of a black hole.
truthofthem a t t e r b l a c k h o l e
P. H. Fischer – great to see innovation in format which complements the content.
Thanks, Mark, for your comment on my senryu. Pat
Dear Mark, thank you for mentioning my poem. Loved your ‘flicker of emotion’ too. You also mention two – from Pris Campbell and P.H. Fischer – that particularly resonate with me . I also love the humour in Roberta Beach Jacobson’s ‘tv remote’, while simonj introduces me to a new word ‘ghyll’. So many good ones, as usual, this week. Thanks Alex, kj and Lori and season’s greetings. Sue.
Gaping Ghyll (Gill) is a limestone pothole with a beck falling into it. A literal black hole.
Yes! When I first saw your submission, I had to look it up. I admire the specificity of place. Since starting here as guest editor, many poets have taught me about places in our world and beyond that I never knew before. Thank you for sharing your corner of the world!
Great selections! A powerful use of minimalism from Campbell, especially in the context of recent events, and a crafty use of line and spacing from Fischer. And, of course, that devastating poem from Davis. When I was a teen, my mother had a miscarriage, and the house was haunted for a long time. I didn’t speak for three days. Those kinds of losses are about as close as our minds can come to absolute darkness.
Delighted to have been among the highlighted poems, thank you Alex! Kj and Lori, too, for putting in the time and effort.
I agree with Robert kingston; it was difficult to think of something uplifting on this subject after another year of trouble and worries. I was thinking more about the families split during these and other festive holidays, maybe for a second time, either caught out by Covid and having to isolate or unable to travel.
Let’s hope we can turn a corner soon and see a brighter future for us all. For a start, we could have a lot of fun with next week’s theme!
I hope you’re right. 2022 has a lot to make up to us…
Thank you so much, Alex Fyffe for including mine… Many thanks also to Kathy Munro, and Lori Zajkowski. Congratulations to all selected poets!
Grateful to Alex Fyffe Guest Editor for The Haiku Foundation’s Haiku Dialogue for including mine. I have enjoyed all the selections and commentaries! Many thanks to Kathy Munro, managing editor, and Lori Zajkowski, post manager. Congratulations to all fellow poets! A lot of black holes here! 🙂
You’re welcome. And yes, this might be the densest cluster of black holes in the known universe!
Thank you Alex for including mine! This week IMO includes probably some of the most difficult poetry to coordinate and include. You did well sir!
Thank you also to KJ and Lori for continuing this magnificent inspirational page.
Congratulations to all poets, there truly is some real heart stirring moments within.
Wishing everyone celebrating a very happy Christmas and hopefully a more joyous new year than the past two.
Happy Christmas to you, too! And thank you for the compliment, but really, picking the poems is the easy part; all credit goes to the writers.