Wednesday, June 05, 2024

Folk Ku: A Journal in Honour of Master Masoka Shiki (1867-1902), King River Press, Issue 3, June 2024

pasture stones
dad's gumboots heavy
with mud

last breath
snowflakes collecting
in Buddha's lap

Note: for my brother-in-law, Peter Bruce Wood (1948 - 2024)

The Haiku Foundation: Drops on Tik Tok, April 2024

 Curated by Pippa Phillips

I skip a pebble across
the universe

Seashores, Issue 2, 2019
1st Place, OtherWordly Intergalactic Haiku Competition, 2019

The Haiku Foundation: The Touchstone Awards for Individual Poems, 2023

There were 1671 nominations, and I'm honoured that the following haiku is included in the longlist of 54 poems. My thanks to the editor of Folk Ku, Jodie Hawthorne, who nominated by work, and to the judges for taking the time to read!

snow grains
the field dad had no time
to plant

Folk Ku, Issue 1, May 2023

The Haiku Foundation: EarthRise Rolling Haiku Collaboration, April 2024

Theme: the latest extravaganza from the heavens

eclipse an otter dives through a ring of fire

Presence, Number 46, October 2016


Haiku Canada Review, Volume 11, Number 2, October 2017  

The Haiku Foundation: HaikuLife Film Festival 2024

This haiga video, comprised of previously published poems, was created to celebrate The Haiku Foundation's International Haiku Poetry Day HaikuLife Film Festival on April 17, 2024:

Haiku Ensōs

(with recitation)


Geppo: The Work-Study Journal of the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society, Volume XLIX:1, February 2024

November 2023 - January 2024

solstice picnic
our mead peppered
with snow fleas

holly berries
the red-tipped feathers
of cedar waxwings

winter carols
lake ice is singing
under my feet

bomb cyclone
cookie-cutter houses
frosted with ice

Winter Challenge Kigo: Winter Wind, kogarashi, oroshi, karakkaze

winter wind
the bay mare's tail
changes direction

Honoured to know that "winter carols" was included among Dojin Emiko Miyashita's favourites!

Snapshot Press, The Haiku Calendar Competition 2024

Award Runner-up, The Haiku Calendar Competition 2024 (for August)

Publication - The Haiku Calendar 2025 (Snapshot Press, 2024)

a barn spider ties up
loose ends of light

Presence, Number 75, March 2023
Short-listed for the Best-of-Issue Award

Haiku Canada, The Betty Drevniok Award, 2024

Thrilled to receive 2nd Place in this contest. My thanks to the judge, Jennifer Hambrick!

scrub jay
nothing left of the blue
in dad's jeans

2nd Place
Betty Drevniok Award, 2024

Judge's commentary:

The Florida scrub jay is listed as a threatened species; reportedly fewer than 10,000 remain. The poem's first two lines warn that the jay's brilliant blue could vanish forever. Line 2 joins the non-human realm with the human, as in Line 3 the jay's blue becomes the blue worked, worn, and washed out from "dad's" jeans. This poem makes us ask ourselves: Should life be about exploitation or care? About consuming or sustaining?

Tuesday, June 04, 2024

The Heron's Nest, Volume 26, Number 2, June 2024

boreal shadows
we follow the sunbursts
of lichen

Password: Journal of Very Short Poetry, Issue 1.2, May 2024

reproductive choice making a baby glacier

Hedgerow Poems, Number 145, 2024

we gallop into the scent
of wolf willow

Mariposa, Number 50, Spring/Summer 2024

milk teeth
teasel bracts pin down
the snow

This issue includes the results of the 2023 San Francisco International Competition for Haiku, Senryu and Tanka:

there was
so much I wanted
to teach you . . .
a blue jay's feathers
are not really blue

1st Place

let's drive
down this prairie road,
singing until
we collide head-on
with the Milky Way

Honourable Mention

No Two Alike: Haiku Canada Members' Anthology 2024

drifting sands
sometimes the poem
writes itself

Winning Haiku
2023 Drifting Sands Wearable Art and Haiku Contest 

Haiga in Focus, Issue 72, June 2024

 Curated by Claudia Brefeld

Translated into German

Enchanted Garden Haiku Journal, Issue 8: Dreams Keeper, June 2024

Translated into Romanian

flying manta ray
a boy's obsession
with batman

Thrilled to receive the Editor's Choice Award for the following haiga!

Commentary by the editor, Steliana Voicu:

The butterflies seem to have been cut out of the greeting card and come to life, they are colorful and cheerful. I like the comparison between plants and children, what they will become when they grow up, because the flowers are like children: they need love and care to grow up big and healthy. The parallel is wonderful. In addition, I like that the second person is used, the author talks to the buds (and I used to talk to my flowers), this way the haiku gets an extra personality, a touch of the author's soul. What will you be when you grow up...

The ellipses mark kireji, the break, a pause of nature before budding, the bud before the flower. The pause in this haiku is similar to the moment when the skater taps the ice to soar in a jump that arouses her fans admiration, or the time it takes for the roots to make their way into the ground, only for the buds to overflow with vitality.

What flower or plant will that bud become? Maybe a flower whose beauty will be the center of the garden or maybe an ordinary vegetable...we'll let the author tell us more when the bud grows.

The butterflies are an additional piece of information, they appear on the picture, not in the haiku, but they are closely related to the haiku because they represent transformation...the bud becomes a flower, today's child is tomorrow's adult.

The Art of Tanka, Issue 2, Spring/Summer 2024

the fragrance
of hyacinth fills
my senses . . .
there is no room
for sorrow today

Creatrix: Poetry and Haiku Journal, Number 65, June 2024

burrowing owl
some days can be
like that

the bones in my ears
begin to vibrate

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, 7:2, Spring/Summer 2024

flute song
a hermit thrush
reveals itself

Romanian Haiku Group, Sharpening the Green Pencil Haiku Contest, 2024

Thrilled to receive 1st Place (joint) in this year's contest!

cattle roundup
a charred bean can
full of rain

1st Place
Sharpening the Green Pencil, 2024

Judge's comments:

A full plate of sensory imagery invites the reader to dwell on and in the scene that the poet offers. The cattle roundup, an iconic event in the American West, has left debris in its wake as a reminder of the sound and action that disappeared in the dust. This poem casts a spell with its rich content, recreating in the reader's imagination a way of life that in its hardship and dangers lives vividly in the collective imagination. The r's present in each line read well as a connecting thread, or perhaps a rope, given the rough and tumble context.

Line 2 gives the reader an opportunity to move beyond the romance of the prairie. Fire has already charred the can, and next, the rain fills it. Perhaps it will rust as it lies forgotten, a modern-day ruin. Nature and its elements take over as it always does, just as summer grasses eventually overtook the warriors' battleground in Basho's haiku. The emotional power of this poem is grounded in but exceeds the sum of its parts.

—Barrie Levine

The British Haiku Society Awards, 2023

Thrilled to receive the following awards:

sunbeams sift
between the bones
of our barn
mucking out stalls
has never felt so holy

Runner-up, The Linda Jeannette Ward Tanka Award

Judges' comments:

Opening with a gentle shasei, this tanka assumes a deeper meaning in the closing metaphor. Cleaning straw and manure from animal stalls takes on a new meaning in the glow of light between the boards; honest labour becomes devotion. A 'Hand of God' moment we liken to when fall-streaks appear through clouds. The tanka has subtle alliteration with a solid structure. It has a satisfying elliptical ending as the sense of a holy task links back to the sunbeams often seen in classical religious paintings. The author is unobtrusive, and there is sufficient dreaming room for the reader to insert themselves into the scene.

—David Terelinck

The same tanka also received an Honourable Mention in this contest...

Through this beautiful tanka, the poet demonstrates that wonderful moments of enlightenment and grace are not limited to structured times of church and prayer. If we stay connected to the moment, we can find a poetic truth that transcends time and place.

—Bryan Rickert

(note: there were 203 tanka submissions for this contest)