It is snowing outside, very slow, soft feathery flakes and I am reading haibun, specifically this book mentioned above. And perhaps this week I will try my hand at it.
“Few travelers pass that way at any time.
Now that the snow has come,
Whom can she hope to see
On Yoshino’s steep mountain path?”
As I Crossed A Bridge of Dreams
Recollections of a Woman in Eleventh-Century Japan
And another one from instructor Rebecca Brown at the last residency, “haibun is an ancient Japanese form of writing that incorporates short passages of poetry (often haiku with longer, usually autobiographical prose.”
Just when I think I have written in every style, I find another culture or language to explore. Back to work!
The Writing Nag