Liam Wilkinson’s 3Lights journal ran from 2007 to 2010. The final issue, Winter 2010, featured 28 of my neon buddha poems with three of my photographs. A PDF version used to be available on Scribd, but all issues were deleted from the service some time ago. Below are my three neon buddha pages from the journal. See also 12 neon buddhas, neon buddha photo-haiga, Free Thinking, Gathering Rosebuds, and “The neon buddha attends his first haiku-con.”
Michael Dylan Welch is currently serving as vice president of the Haiku Society of America, and in 2010 is a fellow in Seattle’s Jack Straw Writers Program, for which he is writing and developing more of his neon buddha poems. He curates two monthly poetry reading series, and is a board member of the Washington Poets Association. He edited the haiku journal Woodnotes from 1989 to 1997, and currently edits Tundra: The Journal of the Short Poem, and publishes haiku and tanka books with his award-winning press, Press Here. He cofounded the Haiku North America conference in 1991, and the American Haiku Archives in 1996. In 2000, he founded the Tanka Society of America, serving as its president for five years. Michael’s haiku and longer poems, essays, and book reviews have appeared in hundreds of journals and anthologies in more than a dozen languages. He has won first place in each of the Henderson, Brady, Drevniok, and Tokutomi contests, among others, and has also won a Museum of Haiku Literature Award and Merit Book Awards from the Haiku Society of America. Recent books include Noh (Tokyo: PIE Books, 2010), For a Moment (Pointe Claire, Quebec: King’s Road Press, 2009) and 100 Poets: Passions of the Imperial Court (Tokyo: PIE Books, 2008). A longtime photographer (his photographs appear with his poems here), for many years he was a judge for the Northern California Council of Camera Clubs, and his photographs have appeared in several calendars and books and on magazine covers. Michael now lives in Sammamish, Washington, with his wife and two perfect children. He agrees with Roland Barthes, who said “Haiku has this rather fantasmagorical property: that we always suppose we ourselves can write such things easily.”
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known
neon buddha
admiring
his narcissism
neon buddha
neon buddha
I switch my wipers
to intermittent
neon buddha
she swears at me
in Norwegian
filling the pothole
perfectly
neon buddha
the televangelist
reaches for my forehead
neon buddha
CD on repeat
the neon buddha
asks for a condom
the children ask
where babies come from
neon buddha
rapture
the neon buddha
has nothing to declare
the neon buddha
conjugates a verb
well I’ll be
not for sale
at Home Depot
neon buddha
a little too proud
of his lobotomy scar
neon buddha
denied
for a payday loan
neon buddha
convicted
for tax evasion
neon buddha
the Eiffel Tower
stuck in his eye
neon buddha
to see what it’s like
the neon buddha
licks the Taj Mahal
denying
that he’s had Botox
neon buddha
overtaken
by a Smart Car
neon buddha
the neon buddha
gets a tattoo
removed
playing ping pong
with his bare hands
neon buddha
flipping the book
to his favourite painting
neon buddha
neon buddha
the bar piano
locked shut
life after death
the neon buddha
toying with his porridge
out of charm’s way
neon
buddha
ten minutes
till the end of the world
the neon buddha yawns
the neon buddha
couldn’t care less
about stock prices
the flip chart
shows the sales growth
of neon buddhas
landslide
no more
neon buddha