last bale of hay–
we sit down on it
and watch the moon
lee gurga
It may be the last week of August, but we’re here working hard to
bring the very best in haiku poets to f/k/a’s readers. Frankly, they
don’t get any better than our newest Honored Guest poet, Lee Gurga.
Born in Chicago, Lee lives and works as a general dentist
in the farming community of Lincoln, Illinois. A past president of the
Haiku Society of America, he is currently editor of Modern Haiku,
the longest-running journal of haiku and haiku studies in English.
His haiku collections have twice been chosen as best of the year
as the “Best Book of Criticism” for 2004.
Of course, as with our other Honored Guests, we care far more
about the poet’s haiku and senryu than about his credentials. In the
haiku of Lee Gurga, I believe you will see not only a mastery of the
genre, but also the personal warmth and empathy that is mentioned
by all who know him and his work. This is one dentist that everyone
likes to visit — and to bring home. With clear words and direct images,
and a zen-like egolessness, he allows the reader to feel the subtle “aha”
moment that was experienced by the poet.
den Heuvel, Editor of The Haiku Anthology, declared that “Lee Gurga seems
destined to forge a fresh poetic heritage for the midwest.” He continued:
“Not only does Gurga give us the beauty of the land, he
presents us with the activities of its people in such a way
that their loves and strengths, their sense of God and family,
and their good humor and friendliness all reach out of the
poems like a warm handshake. In giving us the heart of the
heartland, his haiku give us the heart of America.”
At times, this weblog very much needs Lee Gurga’s warmth and
humanity. Like his Fresh Scent editor, Randy Brooks, I’m “grateful
to Lee for his gifts to us, these haiku from rural America.” Thank you,
Lee Gurga, for the honor of sharing your poetry — beginning right now:
summer sunset—
baby finds his shadow
on the kitchen wall
street magician—
tourists appear
disappear
a bike in the grass
one wheel slowly turning—
summer afternoon
fluttering madly—
butterfly in the slipstream
of a passing freight
against the rumbling
of the thunderhead:
his toy gun
(edited by Randy Brooks, Brooks Books, 1998)
“summer sunset” - 1st place, 1990 Manichi Dail News Haiku Contest
“street magician” - hon. mention 1989 World Haiku Contest
- Click here for a few dozen Lee Gurga haiku,
collected at Terebess Asia Online (TAO)