Sunday, December 03, 2017

Presence, Number 59, November 2017

Note:

Honoured to be the Focus Poet for this issue. The full text may be accessed in the "Articles/About" section of this blog.


last campout . . .
sandhill cranes call down
the northern lights

Honourable Mention
2017 Robert Spiess Haiku Award


dried curls
of gray reindeer moss
crunch softly
underneath our boots . . .
no other sound, but breath

1st Place
2016 San Francisco Tanka Competition


stone cairns
a faded cap drifts
downriver

1st Place
2015 Harold G. Henderson Contest


tracks of birds
meander through snow . . .
the surgeon
marks her left breast
with a cross

1st Place
2016 British Haiku Society Tanka Awards


on the tundra
caging a winter sky
caribou bones

3rd Place
2014 Hortensia Anderson Awards


bitterns boom
among the rushes . . .
father recites
his favourite poems
from memory


dust clouds
behind the plough
a fuss of gulls

The Right Touch of Sun, Tanka Society of America Members' Anthology 2017

this hagstone
I hold to my eye . . .
suddenly,
another world looks
right through me


animal trails
curve through brush . . .
my wild feet
still yearn to follow
someone home


bluegrass blares
from loud speakers . . .
we get high
on night music
under a banjo moon


Note:

I was honoured to provide the following photographs for this anthology:












Ribbons, Volume 13, Number 3, Fall 2017

I can hear
clouds rustling against
taffeta skies . . .
my senses sharper
since you went away




Note:

This issue also contains a lovely review of my book, Warp and Weft: Tanka Threads (Michelle Brock, Australia). It may be accessed in  the "Books & Reviews" section of this blog.




The Cherita: Your Storybook Journal, Volume 1, Number 4, September 2017

Issue: "be amazed"


candied violets

every birthday cake
a celebration

of who we were,
and who we are
becoming


at high tide

the call and response
of water

we are made of this,
but we are also,
other

A Cherita Lighthouse Award

Skylark, Vol. 5, Number 2, Winter 2017

honeysuckle
swathes my doorway . . .
its sweetness
calls to something hungry
that used to live inside


So Much More Than


we walk
under laden boughs
into silence . . .
a place of worship,
this architrave of snow

we make camp
in a dark sky preserve . . .
no stellarium
could rival
this magnitude of light

we become
so much more than
our wounds
lovely are the bruises
of crushed magnolias


Outcasts


the quiet
susurrus of stones
with each wave . . .
a refugee hushes
her frightened baby

silhouettes
of deer splashing
in puddles . . .
the bullied child
never that carefree

a cowbird
lays eggs in the nest
of her host . . .
too many people
feel they don't belong





World Haiku Association, November 2017

158th Monthly Haiga Contest





Stardust Haiku, Issue 11, November 2017

a moonbow
above the waterfall
arrows of geese