Friday, December 25, 2015
Under the Basho, December 2015
Concrete Haiku
awakening the morning blackness of cawcawcawffee
fa(u)lter
Personal Best
stone cairns
a faded cap drifts
downriver
First Place
The 2015 Annual Harold G. Henderson Awards for Best Unpublished Haiku Competition
Haiku Society of America
TanshiArt, 2015
Tanka alone originally published in Poetry Nook, Volume 5, 2014
Tanka alone originally published in Poetry Nook, Volume 1, 2013
Moonbathing, Issue 13, Autumn/Winter 2015
a sirocco
blows us homeward
scoured clean
our every wound
healed
blows us homeward
scoured clean
our every wound
healed
Japan Information and Culture Center, Embassy of Japan, Washington D.C., Autumn 2015 Haiku Contest
curling leaves
you turn your face up
to the sun
Honourable Mention
JICC Autumn 2015 Haiku Contest
Note from the Administrator:
The autumn-themed contest attracted 590 haiku submissions from participants living in more than 30 countries. The results, beyond being captivatingly beautiful, demonstrated a true flowering of this traditional Japanese art form as it is interpreted by many different cultures.
The Judges were three internationally-recognized, prizewinning poets whose ties to the international haiku community helped the contest go viral: Roberta Beary, Abigail Friedman, and Jim Kacian.
There were nearly 600 poems, and only six Honourable Mentions were chosen, so congratulations are in order! Your poetry is exemplary, and we were honoured to have the chance to appreciate it.
you turn your face up
to the sun
Honourable Mention
JICC Autumn 2015 Haiku Contest
Note from the Administrator:
The autumn-themed contest attracted 590 haiku submissions from participants living in more than 30 countries. The results, beyond being captivatingly beautiful, demonstrated a true flowering of this traditional Japanese art form as it is interpreted by many different cultures.
The Judges were three internationally-recognized, prizewinning poets whose ties to the international haiku community helped the contest go viral: Roberta Beary, Abigail Friedman, and Jim Kacian.
There were nearly 600 poems, and only six Honourable Mentions were chosen, so congratulations are in order! Your poetry is exemplary, and we were honoured to have the chance to appreciate it.
—Matthew Levitas
Irish Haiku Society, International Haiku Competition 2015
rocky ledge
a wolf with the moon
in its mouth
3rd Prize
8th IHS, International Haiku Competition 2015
Note from the Administrator:
Over 250 haiku by poets from twelve countries/territories were submitted to this year's competition. It was adjudicated by Anatoly Kudryavitsky, and judged blindly.
Two poets receive the 3rd Prize: Ernest J. Berry and Debbie Strange
"A terrific poem, Debbie! And the first ever Canadian prize-winner in our competition. Congratulations!"
a wolf with the moon
in its mouth
3rd Prize
8th IHS, International Haiku Competition 2015
Note from the Administrator:
Over 250 haiku by poets from twelve countries/territories were submitted to this year's competition. It was adjudicated by Anatoly Kudryavitsky, and judged blindly.
Two poets receive the 3rd Prize: Ernest J. Berry and Debbie Strange
"A terrific poem, Debbie! And the first ever Canadian prize-winner in our competition. Congratulations!"
—Anthony
Frameless Sky, Issue 3, December 2015
water striders
clouds cross-stitched
to the pond
dark-eyed junco
how could i have forgotten
the depth of yours . . .
twilit pasture
mares' tails brush
the hay moon
soap bubbles
drops of sun carried
on the wind
clouds cross-stitched
to the pond
dark-eyed junco
how could i have forgotten
the depth of yours . . .
twilit pasture
mares' tails brush
the hay moon
soap bubbles
drops of sun carried
on the wind
Eucalypt, Issue 19, December 2015
the bickering
of jays in evergreens
this morning
a new blue feather
in my father's cap
of jays in evergreens
this morning
a new blue feather
in my father's cap
Edge, British Haiku Society Members' Anthology 2015
storm's landfall
another relationship
goes off the rails
another relationship
goes off the rails
Blithe Spirit, Vol. 25, Number 4, November 2015
split chrysalis
all the ways we learn
to become small
snowswept
my sharp edges soften
overnight
all the ways we learn
to become small
snowswept
my sharp edges soften
overnight
Akitsu Quarterly, Winter 2015
frost shards
splinter the air
winter prisms
snowy sky
we cross the bridge
into winter
splinter the air
winter prisms
snowy sky
we cross the bridge
into winter
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Ribbons, Volume 11, Number 3, Fall 2015
Going Back
big sky morning
ancestral homesteads
felled by wind
hollow bones whistling
songs 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
big sky morning
ancestral homesteads
felled by wind
hollow bones whistling
songs 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
NeverEnding Story, November 2015
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu
night drive . . .
a deer leaps over
the moon
Gems, July 2014
Chen-ou's comments:
A moment is keenly captured in Debbie's poem, whose thematic concern is counter to that of the "roadkill" haiku we often read in the journals.
night drive . . .
a deer leaps over
the moon
Gems, July 2014
Chen-ou's comments:
A moment is keenly captured in Debbie's poem, whose thematic concern is counter to that of the "roadkill" haiku we often read in the journals.
World Haiku Competition, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, 2015
antelope
the humming of wind
in barbed wire
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Competition
blue sea glass
a man of war decays
in the sun
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Competition
Comments from Judge Alan Summers:
Five brilliant haiku receiving honourable mentions, from an imaginative use of parentheses during a time of heavy snow; to storm clouds that may be inside a tulip; an antelope that is the hum of the wind in barbed wire; to the blue filtered light as a man of war decays; to the iconic tumbleweed where perhaps it wishes to ride the now defunct railway line possibly by a long gone ghost town.
These are astonishing honourable mentions all worthy of winning competitions in their own right.
the humming of wind
in barbed wire
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Competition
blue sea glass
a man of war decays
in the sun
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Competition
Comments from Judge Alan Summers:
Five brilliant haiku receiving honourable mentions, from an imaginative use of parentheses during a time of heavy snow; to storm clouds that may be inside a tulip; an antelope that is the hum of the wind in barbed wire; to the blue filtered light as a man of war decays; to the iconic tumbleweed where perhaps it wishes to ride the now defunct railway line possibly by a long gone ghost town.
These are astonishing honourable mentions all worthy of winning competitions in their own right.
Frogpond, Vol. 38:3, Autumn 2015
stone cairns
a faded cap drifts
downriver
1st Place
2015 Harold G. Henderson Haiku Contest
Comments from Judges George Dorsty and Tom Painting:
Take our first-place winner "stone cairns" for example: In ancient times piled rocks were called "stone men." So cairns can also be seen as human effigies. In our time, cairns are mostly used to mark trails for hikers. But what of the faded cap drifting down the river? On a symbolic level, the hat is to the cairn's permanence what the river is to transience. As the philosopher Heraclitus said, "You can't step in the same river twice." So the human-made trail markers are contrasted to the meanderings of the river, which is part of the natural world.
The success of the haiku "stone cairns" lies in the contrast between the permanent and the transient. The hat reminds us that human beings, while we may appear permanent, like the "stone men," are really transient and always changing like the river. This comes close to interpretation of the poem, but we must remember that for the poet the connection was "felt" rather than reasoned. Her/his task was to place the three—cairns, river, and faded cap—in juxtaposition so that we as readers might be able to make the same felt connection. And, maybe that's enough. The rest, as Shakespeare said in another context, is "dross."
Note: 657 poems were submitted to the contest
a faded cap drifts
downriver
1st Place
2015 Harold G. Henderson Haiku Contest
Comments from Judges George Dorsty and Tom Painting:
Take our first-place winner "stone cairns" for example: In ancient times piled rocks were called "stone men." So cairns can also be seen as human effigies. In our time, cairns are mostly used to mark trails for hikers. But what of the faded cap drifting down the river? On a symbolic level, the hat is to the cairn's permanence what the river is to transience. As the philosopher Heraclitus said, "You can't step in the same river twice." So the human-made trail markers are contrasted to the meanderings of the river, which is part of the natural world.
The success of the haiku "stone cairns" lies in the contrast between the permanent and the transient. The hat reminds us that human beings, while we may appear permanent, like the "stone men," are really transient and always changing like the river. This comes close to interpretation of the poem, but we must remember that for the poet the connection was "felt" rather than reasoned. Her/his task was to place the three—cairns, river, and faded cap—in juxtaposition so that we as readers might be able to make the same felt connection. And, maybe that's enough. The rest, as Shakespeare said in another context, is "dross."
Note: 657 poems were submitted to the contest
Bangor Haiku Group - Autumn Moon Haiku Contest 2015
in cupped hands
the harvest moon rests
for a moment
1st Place
2015 Autumn Moon Contest
the harvest moon rests
for a moment
1st Place
2015 Autumn Moon Contest
Atlas Poetica, Number 23, October 2015
Nearly There
I told them I was dead, but not a single person there believed me . . .
the sign said
turn back, road ends here
I waken
from a brief sojourn
in another realm
Encrypted
Somehow, it seems that I am always the last to know . . .
a crow scrawls
asemic messages
between clouds
I could never read
the writing on your walls
Weapons of Mass Destruction
I was incredibly naive to think that you would be my only enemy . . .
how deadly
these red lily beetles
in my garden
after a swift attack
only fallen soldiers
I told them I was dead, but not a single person there believed me . . .
the sign said
turn back, road ends here
I waken
from a brief sojourn
in another realm
Encrypted
Somehow, it seems that I am always the last to know . . .
a crow scrawls
asemic messages
between clouds
I could never read
the writing on your walls
Weapons of Mass Destruction
I was incredibly naive to think that you would be my only enemy . . .
how deadly
these red lily beetles
in my garden
after a swift attack
only fallen soldiers
Thursday, October 29, 2015
NeverEnding Story, October 2015
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu
when I began
to lose my hair
I wove
a shirt of myself
for your shroud
Presence 49, February 2014
Chen-ou's Comments:
Elegantly and sparsely written, this tanka conveys a depth of emotion most readers won't forget. The last two lines lift the poem up a notch.
when I began
to lose my hair
I wove
a shirt of myself
for your shroud
Presence 49, February 2014
Chen-ou's Comments:
Elegantly and sparsely written, this tanka conveys a depth of emotion most readers won't forget. The last two lines lift the poem up a notch.
Skylark, Vol 3, Number 2, Winter 2015
Totems
When I live on the prairie, I long for the sea. When I live by the water, I yearn for the land. I am always living either half-empty or half-full, my totem selves pulling me in opposite directions.
my weathered skin
crusted with salt and dirt
the aftertaste
of this life and the last
where do I go from here
When I live on the prairie, I long for the sea. When I live by the water, I yearn for the land. I am always living either half-empty or half-full, my totem selves pulling me in opposite directions.
my weathered skin
crusted with salt and dirt
the aftertaste
of this life and the last
where do I go from here
World Haiku Association, September 2015
134th Monthly Haiga Contest
Award of Excellence, WHAC8 Commemorative Haiga Contest
Award of Excellence, WHAC8 Commemorative Haiga Contest
Presence, Number 53, October 2015
she carries
the weight of a curl
in her locket
all that remains
of their still-born son
the weight of a curl
in her locket
all that remains
of their still-born son
Haiku Canada Review, Vol 9, Number 2, October 2015
beamed up
headlights point skyward
after the crash
the robins
have taken their leave
and with them
the cracked turquoise shells
of your sunken eyes
headlights point skyward
after the crash
the robins
have taken their leave
and with them
the cracked turquoise shells
of your sunken eyes
Gusts, Number 22, Fall/Winter 2015
walking through
the garden labyrinth
in reverie
I think of all roads taken
that led from there to here
the garden labyrinth
in reverie
I think of all roads taken
that led from there to here
Gogyoshi Monthly, Issue 1, October 2015
Wraithsong
I am the feathered thing
that passes through you
sinking into you, singing unto you
a familiar plaint echoing
through hollow bones
Wrong Direction
red-zippered welt of road
dead-ends north at desolation
arrows south to desecration
the route unclear, destination unknown
all signs indicate that I am lost
Threshold
anointed by the gush of blood
baptized in the hush of guilt
unchained, unclaimed
I slide out of and into
uncharted waters
I am the feathered thing
that passes through you
sinking into you, singing unto you
a familiar plaint echoing
through hollow bones
Wrong Direction
red-zippered welt of road
dead-ends north at desolation
arrows south to desecration
the route unclear, destination unknown
all signs indicate that I am lost
Threshold
anointed by the gush of blood
baptized in the hush of guilt
unchained, unclaimed
I slide out of and into
uncharted waters
Frozen Butterfly, Issue 3, October 2015
Haiku Video Journal on YouTube
sea smoke
gulls fading into mountains
into sky
dry lightning
her mattress scarred
with cigarette burns
sea smoke
gulls fading into mountains
into sky
dry lightning
her mattress scarred
with cigarette burns
Cattails, September 2015
a red canoe
drifts between pines
his last portage
popping open
the sound of summer
caragana pods
crape myrtle
the skinned knees
of small boys
sudden sleet
an owl chick tapping
its egg tooth
lake-light
a line of mergansers
ripples the clouds
old headstones
with mossy shoulders
leaning against
one another's curves
we take comfort here
wishing seeds
cartwheel through warm air
how quiet
this fleeting moment
this belief in miracles
Second Honorable Mention
2015 Fleeting Words Tanka Contest
Comments from the Judge:
Second Honorable Mention goes to Debbie Strange from Canada for this fine tanka. Her choice of words "wishing seeds" and "cartwheel" allow readers wonderful visuals. Once again as in Anne's tanka, the poetic device of repeating a phrase firstly in nature and again in reference to human life, proves to be quite effective.
drifts between pines
his last portage
popping open
the sound of summer
caragana pods
crape myrtle
the skinned knees
of small boys
sudden sleet
an owl chick tapping
its egg tooth
lake-light
a line of mergansers
ripples the clouds
old headstones
with mossy shoulders
leaning against
one another's curves
we take comfort here
wishing seeds
cartwheel through warm air
how quiet
this fleeting moment
this belief in miracles
Second Honorable Mention
2015 Fleeting Words Tanka Contest
Comments from the Judge:
Second Honorable Mention goes to Debbie Strange from Canada for this fine tanka. Her choice of words "wishing seeds" and "cartwheel" allow readers wonderful visuals. Once again as in Anne's tanka, the poetic device of repeating a phrase firstly in nature and again in reference to human life, proves to be quite effective.
—Fleeting Words Contest Judge an'ya, USA
United Haiku and Tanka Society, Fleeting Words Tanka Competition, 2015
wishing seeds
cartwheel through warm air
how quiet
this fleeting moment
this belief in miracles
2nd Honorable Mention
Judge an'ya's comments:
Second Honorable Mention goes to Debbie Strange from Canada for this fine tanka. Her choice of words "wishing seeds" and "cartwheel" allow readers wonderful visuals. Once again as in Anne's tanka, the poetic device of repeating a phrase firstly in nature and again in reference to human life, proves to be quite effective.
cartwheel through warm air
how quiet
this fleeting moment
this belief in miracles
2nd Honorable Mention
Judge an'ya's comments:
Second Honorable Mention goes to Debbie Strange from Canada for this fine tanka. Her choice of words "wishing seeds" and "cartwheel" allow readers wonderful visuals. Once again as in Anne's tanka, the poetic device of repeating a phrase firstly in nature and again in reference to human life, proves to be quite effective.
Atlas Poetica Special Feature, October 2015
Yin, Yang and Beyond
two-spirited
this (wo)man revered
by one culture
how could (s)he be
so reviled by another
two-spirited
this (wo)man revered
by one culture
how could (s)he be
so reviled by another
A Hundred Gourds, Issue 4:4, September 2015
apogee moon
in the deep distance
your light
making the least
of every shadow
in the deep distance
your light
making the least
of every shadow
Sunday, September 20, 2015
NeverEnding Story, September 2015
Cool Announcement: A New Release, Warp and Weft, Tanka Threads
My Dear Readers:
I'm happy to share with you this exciting news: NeverEnding Story contributor Debbie Strange just published her first collection of tanka, titled Warp and Weft, Tanka Threads (edited by M. Kei and available in print and ebook at Amazon), which "weaves tanka into short threads of three each, each triptych building into a larger sequence that tells the story of a poet with a raven's eye."
Selected Tanka:
at the stoplight
she squeegees
car windows
her scrawny arms tattooed
with poetry and addiction
my hands
tend the wild roses
upon your grave
in blood and blossoms
I sanctify your name
scattered
beneath the roses
these questions:
are you not more than ash
am I not more than rain
riding pillion
my heart
against your back
we unzip the highway
at the velocity of night
moonbeam quills
through our windows
transcribing
the grammar of shadows
into the poetry of light
at the top
of a ferris wheel
two spiders
spin neon orbs
into the night
a nimbus
around the frost moon
above us
the hushed wings
of a snowy owl
My Dear Readers:
I'm happy to share with you this exciting news: NeverEnding Story contributor Debbie Strange just published her first collection of tanka, titled Warp and Weft, Tanka Threads (edited by M. Kei and available in print and ebook at Amazon), which "weaves tanka into short threads of three each, each triptych building into a larger sequence that tells the story of a poet with a raven's eye."
Selected Tanka:
at the stoplight
she squeegees
car windows
her scrawny arms tattooed
with poetry and addiction
my hands
tend the wild roses
upon your grave
in blood and blossoms
I sanctify your name
scattered
beneath the roses
these questions:
are you not more than ash
am I not more than rain
riding pillion
my heart
against your back
we unzip the highway
at the velocity of night
moonbeam quills
through our windows
transcribing
the grammar of shadows
into the poetry of light
at the top
of a ferris wheel
two spiders
spin neon orbs
into the night
a nimbus
around the frost moon
above us
the hushed wings
of a snowy owl
Saturday, September 19, 2015
The Bamboo Hut, Autumn 2015
a washboard road
woven between fallow fields
leads me backward
to a past so much smaller
than I had remembered
Irish dancers
their lightning steps flash
emerald-bright
phosphorescent waves
thunder at my feet
wrecking balls
expose long-held secrets
underneath
these crumbling facades
we are masterpieces
painting
my body with woad
I succumb
to the strange allure
of melancholia
scavenging
in the "nuisance ground"
black bears
catching the scent of me
catching the sight of them
note: "nuisance ground" is a term used for a rubbish dump near a small town
On the Strand
our beach wedding
ribbons of dreams fluttering
from the old boat's mast
the singing sands
on a wind-strummed beach
you murmur my name
wet beach towels
we dance a fandango
in the hot breeze
woven between fallow fields
leads me backward
to a past so much smaller
than I had remembered
Irish dancers
their lightning steps flash
emerald-bright
phosphorescent waves
thunder at my feet
wrecking balls
expose long-held secrets
underneath
these crumbling facades
we are masterpieces
painting
my body with woad
I succumb
to the strange allure
of melancholia
scavenging
in the "nuisance ground"
black bears
catching the scent of me
catching the sight of them
note: "nuisance ground" is a term used for a rubbish dump near a small town
On the Strand
our beach wedding
ribbons of dreams fluttering
from the old boat's mast
the singing sands
on a wind-strummed beach
you murmur my name
wet beach towels
we dance a fandango
in the hot breeze
Thursday, September 03, 2015
Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 7, September 2015
the x-rays
of my flattened breasts
pressed roses
these black petals etched
with traceries of white
the sweater
mother knit for me
a rainbow
fading at the edges
her evanescent life
when we were girls
there was an unspoken rule
avoid loitering males
why was I ashamed when
he exposed himself to me
dead houseflies
litter my windowsill
blind-sided
not even compound eyes
see the way out of here
gulls nesting
on the cottage roof
fallen feathers
sprouting from my boots
today, my feet have wings
Honourable Mention
Undertow Tanka Review First Tanka Contest, 2015
of my flattened breasts
pressed roses
these black petals etched
with traceries of white
the sweater
mother knit for me
a rainbow
fading at the edges
her evanescent life
when we were girls
there was an unspoken rule
avoid loitering males
why was I ashamed when
he exposed himself to me
dead houseflies
litter my windowsill
blind-sided
not even compound eyes
see the way out of here
gulls nesting
on the cottage roof
fallen feathers
sprouting from my boots
today, my feet have wings
Honourable Mention
Undertow Tanka Review First Tanka Contest, 2015
NeverEnding Story, August 2015
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu
great blue heron . . .
leaning into the mirror
i become still
Cattails, May 2014
Chen-ou's Comments:
There is an analogical relationship subtly established between the great blue heron and the speaker. The description of the speaker's body posture, the mirror, and the state of mind in Ls 2&3 successfully carries symbolic significance.
great blue heron . . .
leaning into the mirror
i become still
Cattails, May 2014
Chen-ou's Comments:
There is an analogical relationship subtly established between the great blue heron and the speaker. The description of the speaker's body posture, the mirror, and the state of mind in Ls 2&3 successfully carries symbolic significance.
NeverEnding Story, May 2015
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou-Liu
geese unzip the sky
a snowflake trembles
on your eyelashes
VerseWrights, 2013
Chen-ou's comments:
Debbie's use of the zoom-in technique is effective, and the contrasts between the two parts of the poem open up an interpretative space that allows the reader to co-author the poem.
geese unzip the sky
a snowflake trembles
on your eyelashes
VerseWrights, 2013
Chen-ou's comments:
Debbie's use of the zoom-in technique is effective, and the contrasts between the two parts of the poem open up an interpretative space that allows the reader to co-author the poem.
Brasss Bell, September 2015
One-Line Haiku Issue
folding unfolding the origami of monarch butterflies
folding unfolding the origami of monarch butterflies
Kokako, Number 23, September 2015
cactus flower
a prickle of fear
at the news
sun catcher
the flicker's tail
a yellow fan
a pod of orcas
rubbing bellies on stones
at low tide
another rare wonder
that cannot be explained
a prickle of fear
at the news
sun catcher
the flicker's tail
a yellow fan
a pod of orcas
rubbing bellies on stones
at low tide
another rare wonder
that cannot be explained
Blithe Spirit, Vol. 25, Number 3, August 2015
fool's gold
glitters in the sun
worthless
except for this nugget
my father gave me
in the barn
an old red barber's chair
spins tales
for raggle-taggle sisters
dizzy with summer magic
pink bear scat
the saskatoon berries
no one picked
Cultural Response Poem
music on the wind
an open field blossoms
with flower children
(The Winnipeg Folk Festival
Bird's Hill Provincial Park, Manitoba)
glitters in the sun
worthless
except for this nugget
my father gave me
in the barn
an old red barber's chair
spins tales
for raggle-taggle sisters
dizzy with summer magic
pink bear scat
the saskatoon berries
no one picked
Cultural Response Poem
music on the wind
an open field blossoms
with flower children
(The Winnipeg Folk Festival
Bird's Hill Provincial Park, Manitoba)
Atlas Poetica, Number 22, August 2015
Foundering
this is how
to make your deathbed
this is the way
you fold transgressions
into hospital corners
this is how
to write your death poem
this is the way
you hold your last breath
when the plug is pulled
this is how
to make your deathbed
this is the way
you fold transgressions
into hospital corners
this is how
to write your death poem
this is the way
you hold your last breath
when the plug is pulled
Hedgerow Poems, Number 44, August 2015
Part 4 of the Resident Artist Collection...
The Altered Reality Series
I have a lot of fun enhancing my photographs with a variety of digital techniques. This gives me double the creative pleasure and helps to extend the reach of the original works...
The Altered Reality Series
I have a lot of fun enhancing my photographs with a variety of digital techniques. This gives me double the creative pleasure and helps to extend the reach of the original works...
Runner-up, British Haiku Society Tanka Awards, 2014/15
Soft Thunder Anthology, 2015
3rd Place, United Haiku and Tanka Society Second Annual "AHA" Awards, 2014
Cattails, May 2014
Forthcoming collection, "A Year Unfolding", from Folded Words in 2016
Moonbathing, Issue 11, Fall/Winter 2014
Honourable Mention, World Tanka Competition, 2013
Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, October 2013
Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 1, August 2014
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Hedgerow Poems, Number 43, August 2015
Part 3 of the Resident Artist Collection...
The White Spaces Series
I love the sense of mystery surrounding white spaces in art. These iPad sketches are not meant to be realistic portrayals, but rather, a means for the viewer to fill in the blanks...
The White Spaces Series
I love the sense of mystery surrounding white spaces in art. These iPad sketches are not meant to be realistic portrayals, but rather, a means for the viewer to fill in the blanks...
Gems, An Anthology of Haiku, Senryu and Sedoka, 2014
Red Lights, Volume 11, Number 2, June 2015
Sketch only, Winner of The Heron's Nest 2014 Illustration Contest (front cover)
Haiga published in Cattails, September 2014
Ribbons, Volume 10, Number 2, Spring/Summer 2014
Honourable Mention, Yuki Teikei Haiku Society, Tokutomi Haiku Contest, 2014
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Yamadera Basho Memorial Museum English Haiku Contest, 2015
7th Contest Selected Haiku Collection
rusted gate
old lilacs blooming
for no one
empty nest
on the for sale sign
mourning doves
rusted gate
old lilacs blooming
for no one
empty nest
on the for sale sign
mourning doves
Hedgerow Poems, Number 42, August 2015
Part 2 of the Resident Artist Collection...
The Watercolour Series
I am drawn to the serenity of watercolours. These original photographs were digitally manipulated in order to create painterly effects...
The Watercolour Series
I am drawn to the serenity of watercolours. These original photographs were digitally manipulated in order to create painterly effects...
Honourable Mention, Haiku Canada Betty Drevniok Award 2015
GUSTS, Number 21, Spring/Summer 2015
A Hundred Gourds, Issue 4:2, March 2015
Atlas Poetica, Number 20, February 2015
Acorn, Number 34, Spring 2015
Monday, August 10, 2015
Hedgerow Poems, Number 41, August 2015
I am grateful to Caroline Skanne for inviting me to be the "resident artist" for the next four weekly issues of hedgerow: a journal of small poems. She has always been supportive of my endeavours, and her editorial and artistic skills in the production of more than 40 issues of this journal are remarkable!
The Glass Series
I am always entranced by the magic of light. In this series of photographs, I tried to capture the play of light through glass in a minimalistic manner...
The Glass Series
I am always entranced by the magic of light. In this series of photographs, I tried to capture the play of light through glass in a minimalistic manner...
Bright Stars, Volume 1, January 2014
Inner Art Journal, February 2014
LYNX, Issue 28:3, October 2013
Cattails, September 2014
All the Shells, Tanka Society of America Members' Anthology, 2014
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