WordPress does strange things at times, and one thing is that it rearranges the photos the blogger uploads. In this case, it makes the blog lucky to start out with a tan-shahai by Grant D. Savage.

We are calling it a tan-shahai for now, for want of knowing if there is a true name for it. A shahai is a photo with a haiku superinposed, but with a tanka?

There has been talk on other websites as to whether photos should be used to inspire haiku. We hope to get some comments on this I think: Use the little ‘cloud’ at the top of the post to have your say, or send it to me by email. My address is near the bottom of this post. In any case, here is one photo that I took; perhaps someone will get a haiku from it.

 Don’t forget to send in your haiku, or other Japanese forms and/or shahai, or haiga, or whatever is inspiring you to write these days! This blog isn’t mine, it belongs to Kado…

“Is that a real haiku, or did you write it yourself?” —Michael Dylan Welch
Check out the new link for Graceguts, the pages of Michael Dylan Welch, a good place to go for the latest in haiku, for good articles, interesting ideas, the T-shirt.

Here is a book every haiku lover should have: It’s full of the known and newly discovered haiku of Nick Virgilio, essays about the life and work of Nick Virgilio, and an essay he wrote. It’s also lovely to hold.

From Rick Black’s Turtle Light Press. You can order from the website. $15 = $5 postage, and worth every cent. He is trying to have someone bring some to the conference. If so, then there will be no postage.

These are not Japanese in form, but short poems similar to tanka from Liu Xiaobo: ‘Your Lifelong Prisoner’ – Liu Xiaobo’s poem from prison
New book by the jailed dissident and Nobel peace prizewinner contains a moving tribute to his wife, the poet Liu Xia
From: ‘Your Lifelong Prisoner’

Maybe as your prisoner
I’ll never see the light of day
but I believe
darkness is my destiny
inside you
all is well

The glitter of the outside world
scares me
exhausts me
I focus on
your darkness –
simple and impenetrable

From Louise Vaillancourt: (Thank you Mike Montreuil … for collaborating!)

double bloom tulips

dernière neige
à doubles pétales

From Grant Savage:

your collection
of buddhas
may i remind you
that I too love to laugh
and have a belly to rub

Kado: Spring meeting at the Japanese Embassy in Ottawa. This will be the last chance to say you’ll be joining other Kado members at the Embassy on May 12th. (So far nearly 30 people are coming) As we are having a special guest who will be preparing something amazing, as well as guests from out of town, I need to know for sure whether you are coming, and how many will be with you. Send the information in a comment on this blog, or to me at




Shahai by Grant Savage

I know I said I’d post only once a week or so but I’ve had contributions to the blog that I’d like to get out to everyone.

From Bryan Cook:

in the hot tub
a full moon

a woodpecker
drums out grubs
in my head

in steerage
dreams of fortunes to be won
to sink with the unsinkable
shoes rest below an iceberg sea

From Gill Foss:

in late sunlight
lengthening shadows creep
towards old age

three purring cats
barely enough room
on one lap

autumn wedding
Canadian / Japanese
blessed with sweetgrass

From Grant Savage

holocaust day
despite repeat applications
of illegal chemicals
those damned immigrant
lawn grubs

Another package today from Scrivener Press who printed Haiku Canada’s 35th Members’ Anthology, Touch of a Moth, which all Haiku Canada Members will get. I opened it to find bookmarks to go with the books, (that are sitting here behind a living room chair in cartons until our Haiku Canada Weekend in May) the bookmarks complete in themselves as little artworks.

This news from Rick Black’s Turtle Light press blog: Haiku Hits the Streets in Washington, D.C.

Crowd of 100,000 people at the Japanese Street Festival in Washington D.C.
At 8 a.m. on Saturday, April 14th, I met Lee Giesecke of the Towpath haiku group – the local D.C. chapter of the Haiku Society of America – at a metro stop with my car packed full of tables, extra chairs, tablecloths, straw baskets, easels, sumi-e paintings, some regal sunflowers, magenta tulips, a large variety of haiku books to browse through and others to give away, haiku pamphlets, brochures and flyers, and a very large, welcoming balloon…
Later, Rick says: So, I put out (her) books and others on the front table. And then I added a sheet with a half-humorous “Haiku I.Q. Quiz” that I had made up for people to take:
1. A haiku is a car, a poem or a Japanese vegetable?
2. Who wrote a famous haiku poem about a frog…?
3. Haiku must have 17 syllables in three lines of 5-7-5 – true or false?
4. Issa was a great Japanese baseball player – true or false?
And then the flow of visitors began. It started as a trickle, then increased in intensity as the day went on. People would just look at the booth, astonished, and say, “I didn’t know there was a Haiku Society of America.” That was the most oft-repeated phrase that I heard throughout the day!
Another brilliant idea, having people write poems with chalk:
During the day the streets were completely packed with people from one side to the other, watching Japanese drummers or performers faking a sword fight, drinking Japanese beer or buying souvenirs. Overall, we must have had at least 1,000 people or more at our booth. Many people went away with a book, a brochure, a flyer, a bookmark, or a pencil – and the happy memory of writing haiku.
For more photos, see Rick’s personal Facebook page.

A sequence from Grant:

there in the middle
of the double
exposed lily
the newness of missing you
in the hummingbird’s green

green bee
at a dahlia
spring over
but how your august
showers me with sun

bee and kalanchoe
window between
in the body
of your email
missing you

shade in the letters
of the war memorial
a dead ant cradled
and carried high by others
back to the queen

you as if there’s nothing
but a kiss in my arms
and the willows’ shimmy
against the wind

all this spring
the thoughts of warm rain
… your kiss-
… flowers and your unfurling
… me always

He also sent this, a little different but delightful:

(birthday cake/ with her name/ candles and a half-baked p

John Martone, a favorite poet of mine, has another book of short poems:
Says John: Just uploaded a short book, “maybe a week (it’s all one poem)” to scribd — and you can find print copies at lulu —  I’ve just ordered mine!