Saturday, August 01, 2020

The Cherita, May 2020

Issue: "it's a secret place"


beneath this bower

I will weave you
a garland of words

all the ones
you used to love,
in days beyond recall


sepia photographs

become nothing
but dust in our hands

we sift the remains
of our ancestors
over the garden

A Cherita Lighthouse Award

The Cherita, April 2020

Issue: "and still"


the sky aflush

with dawn
and possibility

sometimes
I don't know how
to be me


we dance across

alpine meadows
on sun-washed days

tiny butterflies
like ballerinas escaping
from our mouths

A Cherita Lighthouse Award

Wales Haiku Journal, Summer 2020

aftermath
we tuck a note inside
the riven oak

Turtle Light Press: 2019 Haiku Chapbook Contest Favorites E-book, 2020

Thank you to editor Rick Black for selecting the following haiku from my Third Honorable Mention chapbook, Songs Where We Least Expect Them:


weathered oars
we fold our worries
into the river

Acorn 41, Fall 2018


solar flares
a spill of buttercups
in the meadow

Acorn 35, Fall 2015


in cupped hands
the harvest moon rests
for a moment

1st Place, 2015 Autumn Moon Haiku Contest
Living Haiku Anthology, 2015

The Cicada's Cry: A Micro-Zine of Haiku Poetry, Summer 2020

rusty sun
father's plough returns
to the earth

Stardust Haiku, Issue 43, July 2020

Honoured to have the following haiku chosen for the "In the Starlight" feature:


neonatal unit
the bleat of a mother
missing her lamb

Stardust Haiku, Issue 42, June 2020

pillow drifts
we pull twin calves
into morning

Sonic Boom, Issue 18, August 2020





Ribbons, Volume 16, Number 2, Spring/Summer 2020

rain-soaked,
sphagnum moss holds
the imprints
of comings and goings
more wild than mine




Tanka 2020: Poems from Today's World, Red Moon Press 2020

My thanks to editor-in-chief Alexia Rotella for choosing the following tanka:


taking a knee . . .
the black hollyhocks
in my garden
fall victim, one by one
to another killing frost


rain doves build
a nest on our balcony
we, too
are learning the art
of sheltering in place


this curse
should be named
corvid19
for the way it pecks
holes in our lungs


empty cathedral . . .
he sings for everyone
and for no one
this moment of healing
in a quarantined world

(for Andrea Bocelli)


(please note that I have corrected the errors in my tanka that appeared in the printed anthology)

Prune Juice Book of Senryu, Celebrating 10 Years: 2009 - 2019

Thrilled to be one of the 85 top contributors from Prune Juice Journal's first 29 issues, with work selected by past editors, Steve Hodge, Terri L. French, Alexis Rotella, Liam Wilkinson, and edited by Brent Goodman! My work has appeared in 17 issues since 2014.


transplanted . . .
a bleeding heart
in the surgeon's garden

     #12 2014

frogspawn
the way you wriggle
out of lies

     #19 2016

in the tracks
of a dog I wish were mine
snow sparkles

     #20 2016

sheet lightning
my hands find the bones
of your hips

     #22 2017

peeling paint
all the backstories
we don't know

     #23 2017

last testament
we inherit the bulk
of her shame

     #23 2017

bagpipers
just far enough away
to move me

     #25 2018 (shortlisted for the 2018 H. Gene Murtha Senryu Contest)








Our Best Haiga: Black & White Haiga/Haisha, July 2020

Curated by Lavana Kray


July 6, 2020





Note: this haiga originally appeared in Ephemerae 1C, November 2018


July 13, 2020




Note: this tanka originally appeared in GUSTS 31, Spring/Summer 2020


July 19, 2020




Note: this tanka originally appeared in Blithe Spirit 30.1, February 2020


July 30, 2020



Note: this tanka received a Commendation in the Climate Change: The Burning Issue 2020 Tanka Contest (administered by Mandy's Pages)



NeverEnding Story, June 2020

Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu:


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

Honourable Mention, 2018 Sanford Goldstein Int'l Tanka Contest


Chen-ou Liu's Comments: (excerpted from commentary by judges Jessica Malone Latham and Neal Whitman)

...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 enabled 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...

Moonbathing, Issue 22, Spring/Summer 2020

I wait for you . . .
nakedness perfumed
with almond oil
a veil of starlight
pinned over my hair

Haiku 2020: 100 Notable Ku from 2019, Modern Haiku Press, 2020

Thrilled to be included in this anthology edited by Lee Gurga and Scott Metz!


summer fair
our dog retrieves
a lost boy

Mariposa 40, Spring/Summer 2019



Hedgerow Poems, Number 131, Spring 2020





Frameless Sky, Issue 12, June 2020

prairie meadow
we are still chasing
summer dreams


robin migration
the promises we make
to keep in touch


a deserted beach
strewn with seashells
and echoes
why do I always wait
for you to fill my sails

#FemkuMag: An E-zine of Womxn's Haiku - Issue 25, June 2020

Guest Editor: Elizabeth Alford


inner peace
i offer it
to the world


quarantine
even the dust bunnies
are multiplying . . .


My thanks to Elizabeth for choosing the following vertical haiku for a "Femku Feature"!


languid
afternoon
we
change
places
with
shadows


Failed Haiku - A Journal of English Senryu, Vol. 5, Issue 55, July 2020




Note: this haiga was originally published in Scryptic 2.2, August 2018

Australian Haiku Society, 2020

Winter Solstice 2020 AHS Haiga Kukai: Non-Seasonal Entry


shadow play
the yin and yang
inside my cup


Winter Solstice 2020 AHS Haiga Kukai: Seasonal Entry


snowy woodpile
a small spark begins
to sing


Note: These haiku were written in response to the photographic prompts by Ron Moss.