Hot News: Butterfly Dream, Volume One 2014

A haiku is an imaginative lotus pond with the real frog in it. Chen-ou Liu

Dear Contributors and Readers:

I am pleased to announce that Butterfly Dream: 66 Selected English-Chinese Bilingual Haiku, Volume One 2014 is now available online for your reading pleasure.  (Note: I'd revised some of Chinese translations. For those whose haiku are included in the anthology, each  will receive a copy of its e-book edition within three days)

This book is dedicated to Zhuang Zhou (369 BC - 286 BC), often known as Zhuangzi.

Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi. But he didn't know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi. Between Zhuangzi and a butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things.

I think therefore I am entering a butterfly's dream

Third Prize, 2013 Kusamakura International Haiku Competition

Chen-ou Liu (劉鎮歐)


Please post to all appropriate venues. Your time and help would be greatly appreciated. And many thanks for your continued support of my project.

Look forward to reading your haiku (see "Butterfly Dream, Volume Two: Call for Haiku Submissions" Deadline: December 1, 2014)


Chen-ou


Selected Haiku:


two light beams shining
where there were once twin towers –
my son, my daughter

Jack Galmitz

when my gendai world was flat I kept falling off
                                           
                                                                               the text horizon

kjmunro

reading obituaries
the here and there
of fireflies

Ben Moeller-Gaa

Spring evening --
the wheel of a troop carrier
crushes a lizard

Dimitar Anakiev

low winter moon
just beyond the reach
of my chopsticks

Fay Aoyagi

white lie
the mirror doubles
the white chrysanthemum

Roberta Beary

lengthening shadow ...
above her eggs the hen's heart
beats against my arm

Beverley George

bedroom mirror --
the coldness of that dangling
single breast

Rita Odeh

moving into the sun
the pony takes with him
some mountain shadow

Jane Reichhold

             a poppy . . .
      a field of poppies!
the hills blowing with poppies!

Michael McClintock

after the divorce
a tattered moon
in every window

Pamela A. Babusci

morning mist…
disconnected thoughts search
for conjunctions 

George Swede

harvest moon
the horizon between here
and hereafter

Lorin Ford

                           no
                          way
                        to see
                          the
                      mountain
(((((((((((((((((sombrero)))))))))))))))))

LeRoy Gorman