Haiku Society of America Renku Awards
			    in Memorial  of Bernard Lionel Einbond
			  
              
                
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                HSA Renku Awards for 2008
              
              Christopher Herold and Patricia J. Machmiller
judges 
              
                Grand Prize
                
                  The Smell of Earth
                  Peggy Willis Lyles
                    Ferris Gilli
                    Paul W. MacNeil
                
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                    The Smell of Earth
                    
                      wide-brimmed hats
                        a trowel loosening
                        the smell of earth
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      on the run
                        he unreels the box kite 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      Federal Express
                        knocks at my door
                        and a butterfly enters 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      the textbook open 
                        to Common Sense 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      only the full moon
                        helped her study
                        for mid-terms 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      I step carefully 
                        to avoid the mushrooms 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      chandelier swinging
                        as our loud boogie woogie
                        rattles the crystal 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      courtesans wave
                        from the gondola
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      bright petals 
                        down the wedding chapel’s
                        center aisle 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      could I conceive
                        in the eye of the storm? 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      let’s imagine
                        this magnetic tape
                        is your DNA 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      illegal immigrants
                        caught with forged papers 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      the snow leopard
                        leaps higher
                        winter moon 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      leafless shadows
                        mark the oak grove 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      a big green X
                        in place of his hair
                        then the chains 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      for the birthday girl
                        old jade restrung 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      surrendering myself
                        to lily of the valley’s 
                        timeless appeal 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      those tadpoles with legs
                        look so curious 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      two by two
                        the Merry Men
                        greet the Queen of May 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      her television stolen
                        while she dreams 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      so few good points
                        that my matchmaker shrieks
                        “Impossible!”
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      bananas flambé
                        kindle our mood 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      giant boulders screening
                        his slow ramble to
                        the erogenous zone 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      undertow at this beach
                        in Zanzibar 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      another sell-off
                        sweeps away
                        my market gains 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      every toilet flushed
                        with the janitor’s bleach 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      I promise Mother
                        the little alligator
                        will be no trouble 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      “See ya’ later,
                        conjure man.” 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      chicken blood drips 
                        into the circle
                        pale moonlight 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      the harvester follows
                        a row to the horizon 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      in this place
                        they bale marijuana
                        along with the hay 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      we’ve found the needle
                        that threads itself 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      indubitably
                        Sherlock shows me
                        the crucial clue 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      at last I know a way
                        out of the twisty maze 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Ferris
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      blossoms blown
                        from six directions
                        toward the obelisk 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Peggy
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      finding its new level
                        so many brook sounds 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                Paul
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                
              
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                  First Honorable Mention
                
                    a glass of red
                    John Stevenson
                      Yu Chang
                      Paul W. MacNeil
                      Hilary Tann
                  
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                      a glass of red
                      Jo
                      
                        balancing
                        on the floating dock 
                        a  glass of red 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  js
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        loon calls
                        echo our laughter 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  yc
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        please hold
                        for the next available
                        representative 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  pwm
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        she attends the birth
                        of her grandchild 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                   ht
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      Ha
                      
                        the moon revealed
                        what else
                        was there . . . 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  yc
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        it’ll be tricks
                          if we’re out of treats 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  js 
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        their heirloom bed
                        seems oversized
                        these chilly nights 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  ht
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        new lingerie
                        however briefly 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  pwm
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        a complete landscape
                        in a few deft
                        strokes 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  js
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        Climb aboard
                        the Great Western locomotive! 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  ht
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        two scorpions
                        already occupy
                        my motel room 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  yc
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        snowflakes
                        fall in moonlight 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  js
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        prayers for peace
                        after a homily
                        on Bethlehem 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  pwm
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        the dream catcher
                        takes another twig 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  yc
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        he schedules an appointment
                        with his massage-therapist
                        wife 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  ht
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        appraising her curves
                        and hollows 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  pwm
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                      Kyu
                      
                        small town stories
                        often have a touch
                        of irony 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  js
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        Dorothy returns
                        to Kansas 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  yc
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        even early blossoms
                        fill the esplanade
                        with picnic baskets 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  pwm
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        a windrow of
                        cottonwood fluff 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  ht
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
              
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                  Second Honorable Mention
                  
                    The Hour
                    John Stevenson
                      Michele  Harvey
                  
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                      The Hour
                      Jo
                      
                        the hour between
                        children and parents waking
                        presents under the tree 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        a ball of wool socks
                        in the calico’s clutches 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        I promised myself
                        I would learn 
                        to play guitar 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        echo of a train whistle
                        rides the cusp of dawn 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        Ha
                        the moon 
                        seems permeated
                        with a smokey scent 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        without you
                        the leaves have less color 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        we turn to each other
                        for the warmth we need
                        as autumn deepens 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        today’s mail
                        sent to the recycle bin 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        battle sites
                        named one way by the Yankees
                        and another by the Rebs 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        nobody needs a tattoo
                        the body itself is art 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        thumping
                        a series of melons
                        to check their ripeness 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        moths prefer the porch light
                        to the moon 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        the Braille book
                        of blonde jokes
                        raises some funny questions 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        she signals her readiness
                        with a slight pause 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        they bond 
                        because it’s understood
                        they are not bound 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        “on my honor,
                          I will do my best . . .” 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        Kyu
                        Murphy’s law
                        can be overcome
                        by improved design 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        a second pair of legs
                        for the tadpole 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        the neighbor’s fence
                        has vanished
                        in the bougainvillea 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  M
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                        bursting bubbles
                        as we blow more 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
                                  J
                                
                              
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
              
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		The Haiku Society of America sposors this annual award for renku of 36, 20, or 12 stanzas. 
        See  the contest guidelines for the HSA Renku Awards. 
        For more information about the goals of this contest, download a copy of the HSA Renku Contest Committee Report (pdf) published in Frogpod XIII:2 (May 1990). 
        Awards by year: 
        | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | 2014 | 2013 | 2012 | 2011 | 2010 | 2009 | 2008 | 2007 | 2006 | 2005 | 2004 | 2003 | 2002 | 2001 |
         
        2008 judges commentary: 
        Renku is a form that thrives on variety and imagination. As a long poem it benefits from changes of pace and tone: surges of liveliness are interspersed with moments of quiet, tenderness follows rough-spokeness, playfulness gives way to more somber thoughts—these are ingredients of a masterful renku. All three of the renku we chose, "The Smell of Earth" (Grand Prize), "a glass of red" (First Honorable Mention), and "The Hour" (Second Honorable Mention), had these qualities; each takes the reader on an extended and enjoyable journey through an imagined and imaginative landscape that, for the most part, sustained its energy. 
        Counterbalancing the importance of variety is connection—linking—brief synapses of communication that bridge the span between adjacent stanzas, and only adjacent stanzas. A good link offers evidence that one poet has understood the essence of the preceding poet’s stanza. Furthermore, reading ought to flow swiftly through areas in which connections are meant to be close (prologue, love sequences, conclusion) and in areas where shifting is emphasized (the rest of the renku), connections ought to be subtle, thereby slowing the flow and demanding a more sustained attention from readers. In these respects, much of the linking in the three renku we chose was very good. 
        These aspects—variety, linking, imagination, change of pace, and change of tone—made all three of these renku contenders for the Grand Prize. The following discussion of the details of the poems and how they conformed to, or worked against, the renku “rules” is meant to reveal our thought processes, but we do not want it to detract from the overall success and the enjoyment we felt in reading and studying these final three poems. 
        There were some weaknesses in the renku we received, including the three we chose for awards. Since writing renku is by no means easy and perfection in the craft is, as far as we know, unheard of, we were willing to forgive some aberrations. Also, it is much easier to accept flaws, even critical flaws, with the understanding that, as important as the rules and guidelines are, it is equally important that we have fun with renku and support one another’s efforts to create these unique word-sculptures. When there is obvious enjoyment by the writers, of the process and of each other, it shows in the liveliness and verve of the resulting poem. In this spirit, we offer the following praise and criticism. 
        We would like to commend both linking and shifting in all of the renku we received. Each has sequences, some quite long, that are delightful in the ways they connect and separate from one stanza to the next. Take for example verses 9 -12 in “The Smell of Earth.” Verses 9 and 10 give us the image of a bride walking down the aisle as a storm approaches, wondering to herself whether she will be able to conceive in the eye of it. When verse 9 falls away and verse 10 is read with verse 11, the woman, instead of thinking to herself, seems to be sharing her concern with her lover, whose reply takes on a slightly professorial tone, “let’s imagine / this magnetic tape / is your DNA.” As we move on to consider verse 11 with verse 12, the speaker of “let’s imagine…” becomes, perhaps, a border patrolman, and the whole tone of the paired verses takes on a hard, sarcastic edge. This is superb connecting. Another sequence in this poem worth studying is 15-20. It was this kind of variety and imagination, as well as deft linking and shifting that earned “The Smell of Earth” the Grand Prize. 
        Look at the passage of verses 7 through 10 in “a glass of red,” a nijuin renku and our choice for First Honorable Mention. In verses 7 and 8 we see a couple standing together before their heirloom bed (7), one clad scantily in lingerie (8). When verse 7 fades into the background and verse 8 is read with verse 9, the scene shifts to an art studio and the implication made is that the subjects formerly seen as lovers are now an artist and a model. Continuing, when verses 9 and 10 are read together, the scene shifts outdoors to where a plein-air painter is capturing a locomotive on canvas! 
        We found another example of good link-and-shift technique in “The Hour,” also a nijuin renku and our second choice for an Honorable Mention. Consider verses 8-11. Reading 8 and 9 together, we can imagine someone on the computer reading e-mail and checking out a site on the Internet with a map of the battles of the Civil War. Verse 10 moves that map from the Internet to a human body, where it is seen in the form of a tattoo. The person who was a rather neutral observer in verse 9 now offers a point of view. Read with verse 10, verse 11 changes the scene to a supermarket and the person with a tattoo is suddenly thumping melons while grocery shopping. The linkage could be interpreted in more than one way: that there is an “art” to selecting a melon (by thumping its “body”) or that the melon itself is nature’s “art.” 
        The good writing in “The Smell of Earth” fell off toward the end. Starting with verse 30, the connections are a bit too obvious (harvester — bale/hay — needle — clue — maze). Four of the last seven stanzas have to do with finding things (the needle, a clue, a way out of the maze, and a new level); two, 34 and 36 (the ageku itself), link penultimately to stanzas 32 and 34 respectively. The delight we felt throughout the rest of the renku was thereby diminished. In addition to these difficulties the ageku itself, required to express a spring theme, features no such kigo. We understand that it is hard to sustain energy to the end of a thirty-six stanza poem. If this renku was written at a single sitting then the writers did very well up to verse 30 and are to be commended for consistently high quality writing up to that point. A good variety of topics was covered with few instances of repetition. Two were notable, however, occupations (stanzas 8, 21, and 26), and tools (stanzas 1, 32). Generally, a minimal repetition of subject-matter (in this case tools) is not a problem if there’s sufficient space between the references, but since the first mention of a tool comes in the hokku, the mention of another, anywhere in the renku, is a serious oversight. 
        The poems chosen for Honorable Mentions also ran into difficulties toward their conclusions. In “a glass of red” verses 17 and 18 seem too close (small town / Dorothy / Kansas). More problematic, its lovely closing verses use summer kigo (picnic baskets and cottonwood fluff) rather than the spring kigo required. There is also an imbalance between natural scenes and stanzas featuring human topics, the latter accounting for about 3/4 of this renku’s subject matter. 
        “The Hour” also weakened toward the end. After verses 15-17 linked “bond” and “bound” to a quote about duty, the dictum of Murphy’s law continues the theme. In addition to this, the blossom verse presents a summer flower before the final spring verse. 
        We are happy to note that, of the three renku we chose to honor, two were written by more than two poets. Our feeling is that renku’s greatest wealth lies in the variety of voices involved—the more the merrier. It’s what makes renku-writing so amazing. 
        We enjoyed reading all the poems submitted to this year’s contest. Our critique is offered with the best of intentions and we hope that our thought processes will prove useful to those who wish to refine their renku-writing skills. 
        ~ Christopher Herold and Patricia Machmiller, 2008 Judges
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