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blessed: haibun of Andrew Riutta


“Isn’t it true that life is a collection of moments, a bee droning flower to flower, the comfort of an old, stained sleeping bag, or a question as to whether the crows are laughing, or not? Like an impressionist painter, Andrew Riutta doesn’t merely tell a story: he is a master of colour and light.”

— Claire Everett, Founder/Editor of Skylark tanka journal


blessed is Andrew Riutta’s epistle to the world, wherein he explores a variety of despairs through haibun that often read like character studies. His experiences may not always fit the dictionary definition of wisdom, but there’s great insight here on what it means to be alive, which is far more useful and much more interesting.”

— Bob Lucky


For six months now, I’ve been wringing out my brain. And liver. Simple as that. The moments at hand are the moments at hand. Nothing more. And I suppose that ought to be good enough — perhaps as good as it will get, anyway. Used to be I’d get drunk, and everything was so alive and multidimensional. Interchangeable. I could dance the same dance listening to Willie, Ravel, or Lady Gaga.
I’d float in all the cracks with a warm smile and, thank God, booze raised to the stars. Now the days are kind of like eating hardtack. Eating hardtack with bad teeth.
But still, there’s something to be said for the unclouded virtues that things possess. Today, a strawberry smells like a strawberry and not a woman’s saliva. Speaking of love, well, don’t ask. If I had a bottle, the crow in the maple tree outside my window would likely have all the answers.
But I don’t. So it doesn’t.
     hunting for beach stones,
     I hit the jackpot . . .
     three plain rocks

[for Ed Markowski]

ISBN: 978-1-958408-07-0
Pages: 168
Size: 6″ x 9″
Binding: perfect softbound
Year Published: 2022

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