In Doctor No's Garden

by Henry Shukman

Ranging across the globe, from Mexico to Japan, from the States to Southern England, these poems can be lyrical and deeply affecting, wryly funny or wildly imaginative. From a lonely mother attempting to learn the piano to a ski-jump that never ends, from a redemptive encounter with horses on a cold day to a miraculous bowl of chicken soup, these poems display a vibrancy and variety rarely seen in contemporary poetry. But Henry Shukman's great strength is in the domestic—the complexities of love, and the rites of passage of childhood and parenthood.

Genres: Poetry

64 pages, Paperback

First published August 1, 2002

About the author

Henry Shukman (IG: @henryshukman) is an authorized Zen Master in the Sanbo Zen lineage, and is spiritual director emeritus of Mountain Cloud Zen Center in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

He is the co-founder and lead meditation teacher for The Way, a meditation app that provides a modern update to the ancient path of meditation training. He also leads meditation courses and retreats.

Henry is an award-winning poet and author, whose memoir One Blade of Grass recounts his own journey through meditation practice. His new book Original Love: The Four Inns on the Path of Awakening is a manual and map describing the four key zones of meditation practice. Original Love is now available for pre-order, and will be published in early July, 2024.

His struggles and traumatic experiences as a youth, combined with a spontaneous awakening experience at 19, and many years of training under several teachers, paved the way for his developing a well-rounded approach to healing and awakening through meditation.
(copied from Amazon Web page

Reviews

[Graham Sillars]

I can’t rate this drivel.

I only kept reading because I felt sure the next “poem” would be good. I was wrong.

[Davie · Rating 3 out of 5]

Read "Snowy Morning" in the paper while studenting abroad, cut it out and saved it. Somehow it got lost, but remembering the last lines was enough to yield a link:

http://www.thepoem.co.uk/poems/shukma...

Hit and miss for me, but when the style is so specific -- which is what I love about it -- can't see how it could be any other way.