I first learned about Alan Pizzarelli from the Cor Van Den Heuvel anthology. His poems had spark; they felt modern. I could relate to them, but also they were respectful of the past.
I can always tell when a novice writer thinks the world began with them. There are no predecessors in their art, leaving their own attempts full of holes. This was not the case Alan’s haiku and senryu. He knew exactly the spaces he had to fill in and the gaps he had to close.