This is my 500th post at Tumblr.
At little over 100 of my posts to date were taken up by my Haiku Year project, in which I wrote a haiku a day for a little over three months. As I prepare to try the project again, I’ve collected 105 poems into a little chapbook, along with a few short articles about the project. This little book, also called Haiku Year, collects every poem from my tumblelog, a few bonus haiku from the project. I offer it here for you to (a) buy, as a little pocket-sized paperback book, or (b) to download for free. Do either of those things at Lulu.
If you download the book, I’ll have no way of knowing that you did. So, if you do, please leave a comment on this post at my blog, letting me know that you chose to download it and, maybe, read some of it.
This is an experiment, after all, to see how many people might actually choose to get their hands on it (and what percentage of those people choose to pay for it in some way). So, if you do, I’d appreciate you raising your hand so I can count you as a download.
Thanks for your time.
“Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers;
And all the flowers were mine.Ah, dream too bright to last;
”
Ah, starry Hope, that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries
“Onward!”—but o’er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies,
Mute—motionless—aghast!
From Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Assignation”
“ A sentence starts out like a lone traveler
heading into a blizzard at midnight,
tilting into the wind, one arm shielding his face,
the tails of his thin coat flapping behind him. ”
from Billy Collins’s “Winter Syntax”
