J. Zimmerman is a poet, essayist, and critic. She was the first poet-in-residence for the Cabrillo Festival of Contemporary Music. With Gregory Longenecker she authored the Frogpond article "A Disarmingly Simple Challenge: The Buson One Hundred" and is thrilled at how many poets have taken "The Buson One Hundred Challenge" to write ten haiku a day for one hundred days. Her article "Gender of Poets Winning Haiku and Senryu Contests" will appear in a 2019 issue of Presence.
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I love that the darkness — the sky with its myriad blinking stars — 'hums' rather than twinkles to us as we lie awake in our sleeping bags gazing up at eternity.
Winter sharpens the sky on clear nights, and I often wonder if the stars express more than exquisite beauty.
I love that the darkness — the sky with its myriad blinking stars — 'hums' rather than twinkles to us as we lie awake in our sleeping bags gazing up at eternity.
Winter sharpens the sky on clear nights, and I often wonder if the stars express more than exquisite beauty.