I love poetry, but I find it difficult to write. Unlike prose, it doesn’t come naturally to me.
I’ve always thought of Poetry personified as one of the cool kids smoking in the back of the bus. Poetry sits next to the long-legged Performance Art, Painting (whose parents don’t care how late she stays out), Experimental Music (who lives with two uber-cool moms in a riverfront loft), and the sultry and precocious Ceramics.
Poetry (along with these other arts) is something I appreciate, and admire all the more because I have such a hard time with it myself. I think of the surprising ways in which poets have made me feel, and I yearn for the chance to make others feel that way, too.
Therefore I’m very excited to have the chance to get to know New York poet Terry Ingram a little better. His most recently published haiku chapbook, Hiss of Leaves, explores the subdued beauty innate in even the most surprising and mundane in life. Ingram offered to share with us some BRAND NEW material in the form of his haiga – the Japanese style of visual art which often accompanies haiku. I can’t wait to see it, and share it with you.
Watch this space!
This post is part of Intermittent Visitors, a multi-author blog tour.