Friday, June 29, 2018

Tanka Society of America - 19th Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest, 2018

the ocean
was in a rage last night
but today,
these peace offerings
of blue mussels and kelp

1st Place

Judges' Comments:

The word, rage, has a long, storied history in literature ... it is a universal emotion and, for sure, people have long experienced the rage of the ocean. How excellent we thought was its use in line 2, rather than using a word such as storm. We admired the use of a simple comma at the end of line 3 to give the reader a short pause to allow a moment to ponder, "What's next?" Ah, there is a resolution to the last night. Today? A peace offering to which we felt an "aah" moment. How welcome is the bounty. There is an infinity of treasures found in the ocean. We found the blue mussels and kelp a delightful choice made by this poet. In our judges' report, we touched upon reciting tanka to take in its sound. You might not choose to read out loud all nine of the awarded tanka, but this one, in particular, lends itself to deeper appreciation with its pivot at the end of line 3. You might experience tranquility with lines 4 and 5. We did.


on this night
of our awareness,
the aurora
brushes an ensō
across lake and sky

Honourable Mention

Judges' Comments:

This tanka offered a wonderful visual image of sky artistry in the shape of the Zen form of the brush-stroked circle known as ensō. The circle, of course, has been a time-immemorial symbol of Life with no beginning and no end. Reading this tanka did, in fact, provide both judges a moment of awareness. The poet asks us to imagine a transition from night to the first light of dawn when anything is possible. There is magic in the transcendence gifted by this tanka.


wheat fields
tousled by fingers
of wind
I tuck a strand of hair
behind your ear

Honourable Mention

Judges' Comments:

This tanka brought out the romance of life expressed in gentle moments, and oh how gently we are brought into this scene. In this poem, love is in wind and wheat, love is expressed by tucking hair with hands. While we sat in the presence of this poem, it allowed each of us to feel this sacred moment of love, and to reflect on our symbols of affection and tenderness. For us, we ultimately fell into a moment of appreciation and quietude.


Note: There were 476 entries to the contest. I am grateful to Jessica Malone Latham and Neal Whitman for their generous commentaries.





Thursday, June 28, 2018

Skylark, Vol. 6, Number 1, Summer 2018

Honoured to have my photograph chosen for Skylark's inaugural cover contest:




Individual kyoka and tanka:


macular
degeneration
I see
more clearly now
than ever before


a mirage
of mountains beckons
me homeward
we don't know their names,
but they know ours


they have
scarcely enough
to survive
and yet, this music
under the bridge




Selected Tanka Sequence for Another Chance to See Feature


Going Back

big sky morning
ancestral homesteads
felled by wind
hollow bones whistling
a song I used to know

barrelling
down washboard roads
between fields
plumes of the past lingering
on all I left behind

at day's end
light beams splintering
across shorn fields
on this moonless night
I, too, am camouflaged


Note: Going Back was first published in Ribbons, Volume 11, Number 3, Fall 2015


The Cherita: Your Storybook Journal, Volume 1, Number 11, April 2018

Issue: "on a quiet street"


the Witch of November

unbuttons autumn's cloak
with icy fingers

a tapestry of leaves
becoming sparrows,
becoming snow

Stardust Haiku, Issue 18, June 2018

ghostwriter
a pelican spirals
upward

Tinywords, Issue 18.1, June 2018


Note:

Haiku received First Place in the 2017 Autumn Moon Haiku Contest


Scryptic - Magazine of Alternative Art, Issue 2.1, June 2018





Moonbathing, Issue 18, Spring/Summer 2018

wind murmurs
through prairie grasses
the bones
of my ears listen
to what is unspoken