Woodnotes — #9

Spring/Summer 1991

This special issue of Woodnotes combined two seasons to enable the journal to shift publication of future issues to better align with the seasons. This issue also had my favourite cover so far, with artwork by June Moreau. This was also my first issue as coeditor rather than as associate editor, and it featured more haiku and senryu than any previous issue. This was the final issue to include the Haiku Stops column that featured commentary on a selected haiku. Tom Arima contributed another essay on haiku aesthetics, Tones of Haiku: Sabi, and Christopher Herold’s A Tribute to Rhythm was an innovative hybrid of haibun and essay.


  • Editors: vincent tripi and Michael Dylan Welch

  • Typesetting, and layout: Michael Dylan Welch

  • Cover art: June Moreau

  • Interior art: clipart

Pages 28

Haiku/Senryu 79

Haibun 1

Essays 3

Reports 2

Book Reviews 8


  • In Memory (Charles B. Dickson)

  • “Spring Haiku Stops,” with haiku commentary by Nina A. Wicker, L. A. Davidson, Ebba Story, Charles B. Dickson

  • Haiku and Senryu

  • “Summer Haiku Stops,” with haiku commentary by Francine Porad, Ruth Holter, John Thompson, and June Moreau [shown below]

  • “Tones of Haiku: Sabi” essay by Tom Arima

  • “For Yvonne” haibun by Sue Stapleton Tkach

  • “A Tribute to Rhythm” essay (haibun-like) by Christopher Herold

  • Woodnotes (news)

  • Books, with notes by the editors

  • “Two Autumns Reading Series” report by Michael Dylan Welch

  • Meeting Report by Tom Tico

Selected Poems

from the poet

from the flute—


Sister Mary Thomas Eulberg

Billie Holiday’s voice

light glints off courting


Phyllis Walsh

winter into spring—

each day a little more song

spills through the trees

John Thompson

spring shower . . .

the robin returns

to the fallen oak

Lee Gurga

old friend . . .

a surreptitious glance

at the name tag

George Ralph

mother’s finger

star by star

the big dipper

Ebba Story

alone in the waiting room

checking the plant

for reality

Tom Clausen

which is the way?

the fallen pine needles point

in all directions

John Thompson