I’ve resided in a remote Ontario cottage for several weeks. Yesterday, a blizzard was blowing and so I stayed in and enjoyed conversing with Issa via the medium of his translators' books. As I read and write notes, I notice a particularly ominous spider web and remember that Issa offers this haiku for consideration . … Continue reading Conversations with Issa: A Haibun

Strapped into a too-narrow, no leg-room Air Canada seat, I’m editing a manuscript, and the distinguished-looking fellow beside me looks over and, in a strong Italian accent, says, “Are you a writer or editor?” “I’m revising some of my writing,” I reply, and hand him a copy of my last haibun collection, hoping it will … Continue reading Close Encounters of an Italian Kind