Books by Gabriel Rosenstock

There's something for nobody-the poet himself insists!-in Rosenstock's latest volume of poems from The Onslaught Press, a publisher of poetry and haiku that has championed his recent body of work. Poetry International says he is 'famously difficult to pin down': indeed, now more than ever.

Mou Her Name forrits the reader mair nor a hunner pomes in whit the makar cries a neo-bhakti style-a modren skew on thae poems o deep holiness whilk are threipit an croonit in India yit. Aff the cuff an meestical thae ootpoorins heize frae ayont the makar's ain mense, he's tiggit the hem o the Yirth Mither's goun, an she's turnt tae'm, an throuch his maisterly airt, turns tae us. Gabriel Rosenstock: Makar, haijin, scriever/owersetter o mair nor a hunner beuks maistly i the Irish leid. John McDonald: Scots makar, turnt tae scrievin haiku ten year since, hud a nummer o beuks pit oot sinsyne. Jynt up wi Gabriel Rosenstock fir a pickle owersettins ower the years. Hus a blog o scots haiku ZENSPEUG whilk he ettles tae update ilka day.