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Contemporary Haibun Online: where prose meets haiku poetry (CHO 10.4, January 2015)


The team of Bob Lucky, Lynne Rees and Ray Rasmussen are pleased to announce the release of Contemporary Haibun Online 10.4, January 2015, for your New Year's reading pleasure: a stimulating assortment of haibun, tanka prose, articles, commentary, and haibun news.

Contributors include Mary Frederick Ahearn, Jose Araguz, Ludmila Balabanova,  Shelly Bryant, Alanna C. Burke, Carolyn Dancy, Marcyn Del Clements, Angelee Deodhar, Claire Everett, Ian Felton, James Fowler, Terri French, Ferris Gilli, Bill Gottlieb, Autumn Noelle Hall, Leslie Ihde, Kasturi Jadhav, Alexander Jankiewicz, Ryan Jessup, Roger D. Jones, Tricia Knoll, Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy, Chen-ou Liu, Doris Lynch, Fran Masat, Jonathan McKeown, Tom Painting, Marianne Paul, Ray Rasmussen, Jackie Maugh Robinson, Melissa Watkins Starr, Jeff Streeby, Frank J. Tassone, Paresh Tiwari, Pat Tompkins, Diana Webb, and J. Zimmerman

The Featured Writer this issue is Jim Kacian, and J. Zimmerman reviews A Japanese Perspective on the Haibun: The Same Moon Each Night A Different Moon.

And there’s more. There’s always more.

Writers are invited to submit haibun and tanka prose during the next reading cycle (15 January – 28 February 2015) for consideration for the April 2015 issue of CHO. Please consult our Submissions Page and Editors' Guidelines

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