A Year in Haikus

By Teresa Hubley

This poetic diary covers a year in one woman's life through haikus written one per day, regardless of writer's block, catastrophe, and monotony

• Language: English
• Publisher: Teresa Hubley
• Release date: Jul 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370700424

Teresa Hubley

Teresa Hubley was born in Minneapolis and moved every couple of years after that, winding up in a handful of small Midwestern towns, suburban California and even west Africa. As an adult, she acquired a doctoral degree in anthropology and has lived most of her life in Maine, where she works in the health field. She usually has too many books to keep track of going at any time on her reading list. Favorite authors include Charles Dickens, E.M. Forster, Agatha Christie, Elizabeth Peters, and Dave Barry. Lunch out with Teresa and her family usually includes the reading of a few pages while the meal is delivered. When she's not reading or writing, she might be drawing, going for a long walk, or sneaking a guilty pleasure moment playing games on her tablet.

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A Year in Haikus

By Teresa Hubley

Copyright © 2017 Teresa Hubley

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Table of Contents

Introduction

April/May 2016

June 2016

July 2016

August 2016

September 2016

October 2016

November 2016

December 2016

January 2017

February 2017

March 2017

April 2017

Introduction

It began with Poetry Month, April, in 2016. Midway through the month, I saw an article in a local paper about a town where they celebrated the month by posting haikus every day in the windows of stores downtown. I had not written a haiku since high school. I could not remember anything about haikus, except that they were short. I felt certain that I, too, could write these things if I reacquainted myself with them, given their brevity. A quick peek at a poetry website advised me of the particulars (3 lines, first five, then seven, then five syllables, usually with nature as a theme) and I was on my way.

At first, the goal was to finish the month of April with one poem a day and stop then. When April came to a close, I gave myself until the end of May because, after all, I got a late start on the project. I hadn’t gotten to write for the entire month of April. By the time May ended, I had grown accustomed to my self-imposed task and enjoyed it. I thought that maybe I could hold out until the end of summer. Summer passed…and on I went. Some days, I wrote only one but others were more fruitful. In a whole year, I missed only two days and that was due to sickness (which is, in my