Ken was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. He was fortunate to have parents who loved Nature -- he grew up on horseback in the Cascade Mountains.
The year America landed on the moon and experienced Woodstock, Ken was with the army in Trang Bang, Viet Nam.
He discovered haiku and the warm & supportive haiku community in 2013 and has been hooked on both since.
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Nice Ken, collecting one's senses… above the chaos.
__ A senryu thought "directed" here, what life's "conductor" might proclaim:
Thanks for the kind and insightful comments. You say in your bio that you are the author of nothing, however, i see a super poem just above. Very nice!
About the conductor: I have always bristled at the term 'ordinary person' – i just have never met one. We play the cards we are dealt, but we play to win! And 'winning' can take many different forms.
Nice Ken, collecting one's senses… above the chaos.
__ A senryu thought "directed" here, what life's "conductor" might proclaim:
next stop
somewhere in the future
tickets please
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Hi Magyar,
Thanks for the kind and insightful comments. You say in your bio that you are the author of nothing, however, i see a super poem just above. Very nice!
About the conductor: I have always bristled at the term 'ordinary person' – i just have never met one. We play the cards we are dealt, but we play to win! And 'winning' can take many different forms.