Jeb Barton’s only appearance in the haiku world was marked by the appearance of this exquisitely crafted “box-book” of short poems, many indeed haiku or haikuesque, that he published himself in 1998.
You can read the entire book in the THF Digital Library.
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Haiku featured in the Book of the Week Archive are selected by Jim Kacian, following a concept first explored by Tom Clausen, and are used with permission.
The hands of the bricklayer. Awaiting their turn To hold the kittenDragonfly— Suddenly blown off course. Thinking about what?Midnight rain I stumble over a bicycle That has no handle bars.Fresh snow. Only the mailman's trail. He looks drunk.Huddled alone on a bare branch A single sparrow.A spring breeze Hurries some goats Toward a mountain village.Leafless branches Scratching At the winter sky.Icy morning fog. Screaming crows —UnseenFighting furiously To turn over, The fly stops to rest.In this world Of so many lives— Do the waters count the fisherman?A lantern hurries into the darkness. A horse is dying. Snow continues to fallCups, Chairs, Minds- Emptied.Dark doorway. A tiny sunlit hand Waving.Short distance. Long journey.