A Hun, yes. But not him of myth and history. Rather, the father of my sweetheart. A good man. A kind man. In the likeness of Einstein but with less hair. Shorter cropped. His daughter says he looks like every other Hungarian man. Yet I find his eyes, smiling always, different. In a land where pathos defines the national identity.
bells at noon
our first drink
to the past
He returns from his basement with a special bottle. Dust as its label and a marker of its aging. Its strength. He smiles and pours another shot. Then another. The spirit inspires our tongues. My rudimentary Magyar becomes fluid in my floating mind. His discourse on the apricots and pears in his orchard, of this special autumn peach distillation, makes perfect sense. Warrants one last toast.
the saccharine burn
still to come
began publishing his poems in 2009, though his fascination with Eastern short-form
genres began much earlier. In 2017, he won the Snapshot Press eChapbook Award for his
collection of haibun,
Harvesting Stones (published in 2019). His poems have appeared
in numerous print and online journals such as Poetry Canada, Contemporary Haibun
Online, and Haibun Today, among others, and are anthologized in Volumes
11, 12, and 16 of the Contemporary Haibun series (Red Moon Press).
Caretti has engaged deep contemplation about the human condition as a monastic and
during periods of both retreat and pilgrimage, and continues to cultivate those same
musings in his writing. He is inspired by the myriad ways humans seek happiness, and
is intimately aware of his own leanings toward writing, cycling, and travel.