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Frogpond 47.2 • 2024

Museum of Haiku
Literature Award

Haiku & Senryu

Essay 1 - Eclipses

Essay 2 - Afriku

Essay 3 - "Verbing" in Haiku

Essay 4 - Haiku & Parenting

Essay 5 - Braided Haiku

Interview - Mary McCormack



Book Reviews

Haiku Society of America




by John Stevenson, Nassau, NY

Mom lost her mother at age two and her father at nine. She, her older sister, and brother were then separated and raised by distant relatives and family friends. By the end of their long lives, all three lived within a few hundred feet of each other. Friends would often ferry them back and forth. So they could touch.

My father had polio, pneumonia, and tuberculosis, all at the age of four. As a result, his left arm was stunted. This never prevented him from doing anything he wanted. Like playing football for Cornell, despite his doctor’s advice. Being different might have made him shy. But he was just the opposite. He could talk to anybody, including me.

wind-bent oaks . . .
the people I made
into parents




Tengu the Trickster

by Renée Owen, Sebastopol, CA

Marching through the sludge of days, mud sucks at boots, mind slipping off with ghosts that hover in the nightlands. Branches crash to earth in the fierce wind. Dodge, leap, land on a creaky hip. Turn an ankle, catch a thread of day moon. Keep marching out into the desolate marsh. Trees with hooting Great Horneds frame the edges of this vast green web, as ponds leftover from winter rains come alive with frogsong. Overhead, wild geese honk as they wing past. Will I sink into the inky visions, or surrender to the electric sunset and walk with the gods?

cries of coyotes
in the distance clouds
of soft-bellied swallows