Alan's haiku and poetry is published in over 60 anthologies, and a number of languages. He regularly reads, performs, and workshops from venues as diverse as possible including shop windows; inner city rainforests; cliff tops; to the more orthodox places...on occasion. His website is: http://www.withwords.org.uk
Contact: alan at withwords dot org dot uk
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Great work as always Alan. “Sputnik” is such a wonderful word and I love the way you’ve echoed it with “picks out” and “rivet” in contrast with the softness of “solar”.
Great work as always Alan. “Sputnik” is such a wonderful word and I love the way you’ve echoed it with “picks out” and “rivet” in contrast with the softness of “solar”.
anniversary
of Apollo 11–
losing the remote
An remarkably bright haiku, Alan.
cold night
a satellite disappears
below the horizon
…and Laika began to worry.
Alan, You’ve painted this scene -my memory of searching for Sputnik, and imagining that ‘rivit’ a hundred times! _M
muttnik
street stray, too…
leads man to the stars
Thanks for these comments and your own haiku. I’ve really enjoyed revisiting this page! ;-)