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Cherry Blossom Festival
Holly Burke performs at the Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival this week, and in April!
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It’s Cherry Blossom Time!
Hello Dear Friends, and happy Haiku to you! What is haiku? Well if you’d like to know more, you absolutely have to join internationally acclaimed dancer Yayoi Hirano and I to experience the poetry, petals, movement and music. Read on…
You’re invited to a delightfully intimate performance I am involved in. This will be the world premiere of Haiku Mime, a whimsical physical interpretation of haiku poetry submitted from around the world. Weaving text read by yours truly around the expressive movements of Yayoi Hirano, I love our spontaneous interplay as we illuminate these modern haiku poems together. Please join us and be a part of the blossoming of this novel cultural collaboration.
Performance Dates and Times:
Burrard Station Courtyard
March 24: 12:30 pm
(Free Admission)
Van Dusen Gardens
April 9: 11:00 a.m.
April 10: 3:00 p.m.
(Japan Fair Admission $8-$14)
And lastly, thanks to everyone who kindly contributed to our Indiegogo campaign, moving Holly Burke and The Naturals closer to completing our second recording. We’ll resume work on “Playground” as soon as I’m over my concussion. Thank you for all your good wishes!
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You are one of my beloved fans!

April 9-10 Sakura Festival
To Blog or Not to Blog…that is the question
To blog, or not to blog – that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die-to sleep.
Act 11 sc.1 Hamlet, Bill Shakespeare
Well, the answer is TO BE silly…it always is!
I received my new instructions just this morning.
So You Like My Poetry
ok. that’s cool. Being with you is all I’ve ever wanted.
Like tasting the first ripe cherry of the season
or breathing in the first wild white rose growing
in tangled leafy thatches down by the lagoon
the total immersion of my senses that you are
walking barefoot, hand in hand, over a soft emerald carpet of grass.