Last fall I went to a haiku workshop led by a sweet young French poet who considers haiku his life’s work. He explained to us that syllable count isn’t as important as everyone thinks it is; the better way to think of it, he said, is as a one-breath poem. You should be able to read a haiku in the time it takes to take one full breath. I loved this description, and I also liked the idea that haiku is a meditation on the real, a method of capturing a moment in time rather than a chronicle of emotions or ideas. Writing them seemed like a good way to clear my head and stay in the moment, so I wrote one a day for a month and then made this zine when I’d completed the project.