Haiku Society of America Renku Awards
			    in Memorial  of Bernard Lionel Einbond
			  
              
                
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                HSA Renku Awards for 2016
              
              Deborah P. Kolodji and Linda Papanicolaou
judges 
              
                First Place
                
                  Honing Oil
                  Ferris Gilli (coordinator), Marietta GA
                    Ron C. Moss, Leslie Vale, Tazmania                  
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                  Honing Oil
                  
                    honeycomb skies
                      kittens suckle milk 
                      in the sunshine 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    a grandpa teaching how
                      to blow soap bubbles 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the chrome
                      of an old blues harp
                      cool to touch
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    maple keys twirl downward
                      to an unheard rhythm 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    fireworks split
                      the red moon
                      into sparks
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the floor routine ends
                      with a wardrobe malfunction
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the remote control
                      with her toy robot 
                      on the blink 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    love train lights dim
                      in the sleeping carriage 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    satiated at last
                      we awake entangled 
                      at the cliff’s edge 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the scent of honing oil
                      still on Dad’s knife
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    wonderful 
                      how you carve a mermaid
                      from a hunk of clay 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    pirate ships in the bathtub
                      as the plug is pulled
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    a harvest moonbeam 
                      softly blesses the room 
                      of a DNR patient 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the darner dragonfly
                      hovers between worlds 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    their thick book
                      about earth’s giants
                      stitched at last 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    at midnight in the museum
                      a Tyrannosaurus rex lifts its head
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli  
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    in a secret place
                      there's frost on the bones
                      of a swallow 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    this relentless cold 
                      seeps into my very marrow
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    plum blossoms
                      from the master's brush
                      gently in the breeze
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ron C. Moss 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    a speckled frog leaps 
                      onto the still weathervane 
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Ferris Gilli
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
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                Honorable Mention
                
                  New Year's Morning
                    
                    David G. Lanoue, New Orleans LA 
                  Nicholas. M. Sola, New Orleans LA
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                  New Year's Morning
                  
                    so many new
                      jogging suits—
                      New Year’s morning
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    ham hocks in the pot
                      with black-eyed peas
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    a yin-yang of bubbles
                      swirls ‘round
                      the rubber ducky
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the priest praises
                      didactic art
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    all the headlights
                      on the freeway 
                      and the bright moon
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    in chilly darkness
                      a stranger’s touch
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    a quickie
                      with the quarterback
                      after the loss
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the bully discovers
                      the taste of grass
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    Teddy Roosevelt
                      dropped his glasses
                      on San Juan Hill
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    halfway up
                      the snail turns around
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the record
                      will not stop
                      will not stop
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    our expanding universe
                      doesn’t give a shit
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    I ask the store clerk
                      for my wife’s size
                      of Depends
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    pet rocks and real estate
                      in the beloved’s will
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    under the winter moon
                      a cup of coffee
                      left in the park
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    a hyperactive squirrel
                      in snowy pines
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the congressional aide
                      respawns again
                      in Call of Duty
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    an east wind travels
                      over the cemetery
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    shivering cherry blossoms
                      eagerly await
                      what’s next
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              David 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
                    the children let go
                      of their balloons
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              Nicholas 
                            
                          
                        
                      
                    
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                Honorable Mention
                
                  Northern Lights
                    
                    Anna Maris (coordinator), Tomeililla, Sweden 
                  Marcus Liljedahl, Sweden 
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                  Northern Lights
                  northern lights 
on the snow covered lake
a melted rainbow
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  the line of frosted tour buses 
                    comes to a standstill
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  scribbled writing 
                    on the back of a postcard
                    a new set of words
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  the third star twinkles 
                    on a hotel sign
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
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                  autumn sky 
                    thoughts wander to the dark side
                  of the moon
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  red leaves piling up 
                    around the welcome mat
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  short days 
                    wrapped in firelight and silk
                    long nights
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  his nose buried deep 
                    in the scent of her curls
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  spinning 
                    the terrestrial globe
                    where would you go?
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  telling the same old story 
                    as the pinot kicks in
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
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                  sleepless again . . .
                    cicadas out of sync
                  with the neighbor’s bed
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  summer heat still on my skin 
                    sickle moon
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  frozen image 
                    the buzz of computer fans
                    grows stronger
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  a rush through their veins 
                    fiber optics
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  on the nightstand 
                    train tickets
                    to separate worlds
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  the sky - at the same time 
                    so big and so small
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
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                  a barren field 
                    framed 
                  with gilded leaves
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  oh, green shoots, green shoots! 
                    shoot me!
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  first daisy . . . 
                    a girl rips off
                    petal after petal
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Marcus 
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                  out of the lightest of rains 
                    a perfect arch of colors 
                  
                    
                      
                        
                          
                            Anna
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
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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 |
         
        2016 judges commentary: 
        Grand Prize - Honing Oil
        There is something magical about “Honing Oil,” which we awarded First Place.  Each link draws the reader in with strong imagery, and each shift is so very satisfying in both surprise and progression.   It starts off calm, with kittens suckling milk in the sunshine and a grandpa with soap bubbles and then builds to an intense sensuality before darkening into the ache of a pulled plug and DNR patient.  And yet, that dinosaur lifts its head at the end of the 3rd side before the close, ending with plum blossoms and a frog leaping onto a weathervane.   It is a poem I will never forget.   The skill of the writers and the freshness of strong imagery brought me back to it again and again when reviewing the entries. ~Deborah P Kolodji
        "Honing Oil", our first prize winner is a powerful piece of writing that in turn breaks Master Higashi's mold.  The hokku/wakiku pair opens with lovely spring imagery: kittens suckling under sunny skies, a grandfather teaching grandchildren to blow bubbles; then, following an old chrome blues harp, an "unheard rhythm" of twirling maple keys—which moves us to summer before the jo is out.  The development ha (2nd side) is similarly unconventional, with an eroticism that builds from fireworks in the first moon verse, a "wardrobe malfunction" and a toy robot, to the love verses whose sexuality spills into the scent of honing oil on a father's knife.  With the intensification ha (3rd side) the mood shifts towards death: a creation in clay, a pulled bathtub plug, a moonlit hospice room, a dragonfly as mediator between life and death, a large bound book, and a museum dinosaur. In its fast close, the kyu (4th side) is most surprising of all.  Frost on dead bird's bones and relentless cold yield to plum blossoms.  Suddenly, the breeze stills as we end with a frog. ~Linda Papanicolaou
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        2016 judges commentary: 
        Honorable Mention - New Year's Morning
        “New Year’s Morning” was awarded Honorable Mention for its meticulous execution of the Nijuin form.  The seasonal references are clear and the links make sense, but ultimately its artistic vision makes it more difficult for the reader to engage with the poem.  The mood does not seem to change much as the poem progresses, although I believe it is by design.  It opens with New Year’s joggers and then progresses to love verses that feel very impersonal – a stranger’s touch in the darkness and a quickie with the quarterback.   The 3rd side follows in the same vein, a man shops for Depends for his wife and there are pet rocks in wills.   This uniform and detached mood truly underscores life in an uncaring, expanding universe, which is how the poem succeeds at an intellectual level. ~Deborah P Kolodji
        “New Year’s Morning” and “Northern Lights” share Honorable mention.  Both follow the classic Higashi form, though with quite different stylistic results—and various shortcomings. “New Year’s Morning” is a well-crafted renku with many wonderful images though the linking often eschews the deepening of mood in favor of wit or ironic detachment: a didactic priest, quickie sex, a hyperactive squirrel, a universe that “doesn’t give a shit.” It’s not a world that easily lets us in except on its own terms. ~Linda Papanicolaou
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        2916 judges commentary: 
        Honorable Mention - Northern Lights
        The strong images of “Northern Lights” also stayed with me long after I read the poem.   Although there were some issues with kigo and linking, the excellent writing and almost frightening beauty of this poem demanded recognition, which is why we also awarded it an Honorable Mention.    I found the ending unforgettable in the skillful way the image of the girl ripping petals off a daisy is juxtaposed against the aurora borealis and a link that says “shoot me” brings to mind the daisy and atomic bomb explosion in the famous 1964 LBJ political attack ad against Barry Goldwater.  For a renku, I believe these topics are too strong to be in the closing links, even though I admit that I can’t help but love the way this poem ultimately works for the reader. ~Deborah P Kolodji
        “Northern Lights,” by contrast, draws us immediately into a frozen landscape of tour busses gathered to view the aurora borealis. I do feel there are weaknesses in the season references, beginning with the hokku’s analogy of the aurora as a “melting rainbow,” a blending of two spring kigo, while the wakiku’s season reference “frost” treads too closely to the hokku’s “snow covered lake”. In the 2nd side “red leaves piling up” may signal autumn for us, but red leaves and fallen leaves are winter kigo in the saijiki, so this is a season image that should be used with care. Similarly, the next verse has double kigo: “short days”, a winter kigo, and “long nights,” which is autumn. At times it seemed as if the writers were deliberately toying with season confusion, and the verses became puzzles to be worked out before the renku could continue. Two final points in the 4th side:  1) The penultimate verse is a flower verse rather than blossom. Blossoming fruit trees—cherry, plum, peach, apple etc., bear much more resonance than flowers and while many published nijuin have flowers, all of Higginson’s and Carley’s templates code for blossom and I assume that Master Higashi’s intent was traditional.  2) The ageku closes back to the hokku with a rainbow.  I really wish they hadn’t done that, though I still think the poetry of the writing deserve honors in this year’s Einbond contest. ~Linda Papanicolaou
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        About the judges: 
        Linda Papanicolaou
        A middle school art teacher and art historian, Linda Papanicolaou became interested in haiku and haiga in the late 1990s. Her art and poetry have appeared in Amaze, Autumn Leaves, Cattails, Contemporary Haibun Online, Daily Haiga, Fire Pearls, Frogpond, GEPPO, Haigaonline, The Heron’s Nest, Ink Sweat & Tears, Journal of Renga & Renku, Lynx, Mariposa, Modern English Tanka, Moonbathing, Moonset, Nisqually Delta Review, Notes from the Gean, Ribbons, Santa Fe Broadside, Simply Haiku, Sketchbook, Soundings, Temps Libres, Haiku Poets of Northern California’s Two Autumns readings, the World Kigo Project and World Haiku Review. She is a member of the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society, Haiku Poets of Northern California, and the Haiku Society of America. For the past ten years she has edited Haigaonline and has been involved with World Haiku Review and Modern Haiga. In 2013 she served as co-judge with Norman Darlington for HSA's 2013 Lionel Einbond Renku Contest, and in 2015 led a triparshva at The Haiku Foundation. 
        Deborah P Kolodji
        Deborah P Kolodji is the California Regional Coordinator for the Haiku Society of America and moderates the Southern California Haiku Study Group.   A former president of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, she is also a member of the Haiku Poets of Northern California, Haiku San Diego, the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society, and Haiku Canada.   She had published over 900 haiku both on and off the web, as well as tanka, haibun, cinquains, and free verse.   She has a haiku in the 2015 Nebula Awards Showcase published by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America and has won a Dwarf Stars Award.  She discovered renku in 2001 during the World Haiku Club Tournament and has led renku sessions at recent Asilomar Haiku Retreats.
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