Season’s Poetry Festival
05 Wednesday Oct 2022
05 Wednesday Oct 2022
17 Saturday Sep 2022
Enjoy an evening of poetry with Kathryn Takara and friends, and get your copy of her latest publication, Season’s in Haiku, Saturday, October 1st.
12 Tuesday Jul 2022
Enjoy an evening of poetry, featuring Kathryn Takara, reading from Seasons in Haiku.
21 Saturday Dec 2019
An exciting pocketbook of poetry that offers Takara’s firsthand observations and reflections of the 2018 Kīlauea eruption, including the following poem.
PELE AND FISSURE 8
15 Sunday Sep 2019
ZIMBABWE SPIN: POLITICS & POETICS
This poem, originally published in Zimbabwe Spin: Politics and Poetics by Kathryn Waddell Takara, refers in part to the then-President of Zimbabwe, the late Robert Mugabe (Feb. 21, 1924 – Sept. 6, 2019).
Under the rule of a zealot
Opponents beaten and discouraged
The meaning of democracy.
Wild animals near extinction
Heedless, greedy poachers
Elephants and rhinos at high risk
Rare tusks for ancient Chinese remedies
Jewelry, decorative art, piano keys
Endangered even on animal preserves
Where empty nests dot the abandoned trees in leafless intricacy
All Nature a sunset witness.
Hungry, envious of Western wealth
Commit unspeakable acts of cruelty to feed their families and greed.
Awesome independence corrupts
Distorted collective vision of progress
Ignores economic meltdown
As policy supports political intimidation
Social unrest dominated by bully tactics.
Discontent rumbles under the drought of inequality
Like magma inflates before an eruption.
Copyright 2015 Pacific Raven Press, LLC
17 Saturday Aug 2019
Brown. I imagined it was such an ordinary color the color of my skin. Brown, the color of Mother Earth, rivers rain-swelled, a variety of tones, sharps and flats, like people: Africans, Indians, Asians, Pacific Islanders. Don’t mind. Apple Brown Betty, pie crusts, brown gravy, coffee, caramel, chocolates, walnuts, pecans, peanuts, cashews, brown wrapping paper for Xmas packages. Brown, the color of my skin. Don’t mind. Kaleidoscope of kids brown-nose the teacher, preppies scuff their brown penny loafers. Brownstone elegance fights decay creeping blight in New York City, reminding of another time—resurrecting. Browns of tapa cloth, batik, wood carvings carved brown doors to places and events memorable, the brown doors, usually forgotten. Brown owls, chipmunks, squirrels, dogs, horses, elks, bears, giraffes, gazelles, lions, and other creatures around the globe. The color of me, brown. Don’t mind. Browns are as natural as breath, as varied as grains of sand. To think, I imagined it was such an ordinary color, the color of my skin.