dave,
what comprises a master?

how many attorneys open “perfects?”
how many doctors open “perfects?”

everybody’s just practicing, including
the “masters.”

mama g

after the arguement
restringing
the antique marionette mayfly spring 02

sardines
between
crackers
between
paychecks bottle rockets spring 03

Hello, “Ed” a/k/a Mama G,       Mom, I love the cheerleading, but you shouldn’t be assuming the identity of other Commentors in order to say nice thing about your youngest child.   You should know that my harvent moon haiku was greatly improved thanks to the observations of Yu and John.  It originally said: harvest moon / over Wal-Mart / a cartful of groceries.    John and Yu’s reaction to the haiku helped me to conclude that mentioning Wal-Mart (even though that is where I saw the moon) brings an extra layer of connotations into the reader’s response that is likely to interfere with the primary notion of the poem.    They’re “wise masters” and teachers in my book.
So, behave Mama, and thanks for caring so much.
p.s. Your haiku-crafting has reached a very high level and I like the gem you just left. 

hunting season…
my compass needle
points toward home

On the other hand, using haiku or senryu in public to get me to visit my parents more often is unfair.  I already feel guilty enough. 
 

dave,
am on my lunch break at the hospital. just
checked your recent posting. of the poems
presented, your “harvest moon” piece stands
out like a harvest moon. it’s the best.
just wanted to let you know, those “wise
masters” you refer to ain’t got nothing
on you.
ed

hunting season…
my compass needle
points toward home