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PAUL E NELSON

Hillman City Haibun 4 (Sleep, Crackers)

It’s a toss-up for the best American Sentence this week. Yesterday’s pertains to a new health condition, or at least a new diagnosis. Today’s comes from a source who said she did not write it, but has made “the book” one previous time....

After The Japanese 25-28

In this stretch of the project of writing inspired by the classic Japanese poetry anthology, I start in memory and move to the time about a year ago when I was the guest of Gerry Cook and Hannah Sullivan. Gerry was a longtime ranger at North Cascades National Park and...

Four Hoarse Men Ride Again

A couple of years ago I became part of a group of poets that sought to explore poetry from the angle of pure sound in the tradition of Dada, Kurt Schwitters, the Four Horsemen (of Canada, from whom we poached our name), Michael McClure’s Ghost Tantras and...

Hillman City Haibun 3 (Seattle Smells)

Just back from Miami where I had the good fortune to have access to the great Cuban poet José Kozer and do an interview, which I am working on getting posted here in a modified version as we await the transcription of the 2.5 hours of conversation. But was struck by...

After the Japanese 21-24

It’s a very special time in Cascadia, mid-winter (almost typed “mind) with the signs of spring beginning to push up out of the dirt or waft by invisibly like the scent of Sweetbox. (Sarcococca.) And while we rarely see the moon this time of year, I have...