Paresh Tiwari started writing haibun because there were stories that wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Dead painters who would talk deep into the night, shadows that wished to unshackle themselves, dreams that scampered on little feet and poets who struck friendships with unsuspecting crustaceans. They all wanted to come out in the open; they needed to be heard.” Now, Tiwari finds the voices in his magnificent collection ‘Raindrops Chasing Raindrops’ — a voice lyrical and dreamlike; surreal and grounded.
Poetry. Prose. Print. 