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I Want Our Love to Last Forever-- and I Know it Can If We Both Want it to
Love is never perfect, but nevertheless, you want to share your heart with somebody. This book talks about the success and the insecurities of love. How you want to hold on tightly to someone without making them feel smothered. How you want to make everything just right without having to try too hard all the time. How you want to share you feelings without worrying that your feelings won
American Dream
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Frogpond
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Modern Haiku
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Schreiben wie Issa
Anfängern wie Fortgeschrittenen offenbart David Lanoue aus dem reichen Schatz seiner Erfahrung die wesentlichen Merkmale und Herausforderungen in der Kunst des Haikuschreibens. Als gedankliche Vorlage dienen über zehntausend von ihm übersetzte Haiku des japanische Haiku-Meisters Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828). Ein solcher Haiku-Ratgeber macht glücklich, weil er so fundamental und doch einfach Wege zu einem gelingenden eigenen Schreiben weist. Anhand von Issas Haiku und vieler Beispiele moderner Haiku-Autorinnen und Autoren, entwickelt Lanoue eine überzeugende Grundlage für das moderne Haiku-Verständnis im 21. Jahrhundert.
Exquisite Corpse
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Edge of Light
The Red Moon Anthology of English Language Haiku assembles each year the finest haiku and related forms published around the world in English into a single volume. This eighth volume in the award-winning series includes 151 poems (haiku & senryu), 19 linked forms (haibun, renku, rengay and septenga), and 6 essays on the reading, writing and study of the form. Book jacket.
Wicked Will
THE SHAPE WAS A MAN. WILL GRASPED HIS LEFT ARM AND TRIED TO HAUL HIM UP ONTO THE RIVERBANK. THE BALD HEAD, THROWN BACK, TRAILED GRAY, WISPY STRAGGLES OF HAIR. THE DEAD MOUTH HUNG OPEN, A BLACK GAP IN THE PALE BLUR OF FACE, AND THE EYES SEEMED TO BE OPEN TOO. EVEN IN THE DARKNESS I KNEW THAT TERRIBLE FACE, FOR I HAD SEEN IT EARLIER THAT DAY AS IT WRITHED IN ANGER. IT WAS THE FACE OF OLD FARMER SPEIGHT, AND HE WAS DEAD.
