Friday, December 23, 2016

United Haiku and Tanka Society, Fleeting Words Tanka Competition, 2016

mute swans
under a moon bridge
the things
I should have confessed
make no difference now

1st Place

Judge an'ya's comments:

Selected for the first place in this competition, is this tanka by a well known author from Canada, Debbie Strange. Smoothly composed, the words "mute swans" in line 1 and "under a moon bridge" in line 2 starts it off beautifully. Debbie creates a distinct pause before she goes into lines 3 and 4 which juxtapose with a human relationship. This tanka then finally spills over to line 5, in a flowing crescendo and the moment of closure. Simple images, and straightforward words make this tanka work for anyone and everyone who reads it.

Cattails, September 2016

1st Place
2016 Fleeting Words Tanka Competition

mute swans
under a moon bridge
the things
I should have confessed
make no difference now

Comments from the Judge:

Selected for the first place in this competition, is this tanka by a well known author from Canada, Debbie Strange. Smoothly composed, the words "mute swans" in line 1 and "under a moon bridge" in line 2 starts it off beautifully. Debbie creates a distinct pause before she goes into lines 2 and 3 which juxtapose with a human relationship. This tanka then finally spills over to line 5, in a flowing crescendo and the moment of closure. Simple images, and straightforward words make this tanka work for anyone and everyone who reads it.

—UHTS Contest Judge: an'ya cattails principal editor

Jane Reichhold Memorial Tribute (1937-2016)

a broken shell
her words return
in waves


failing light
my life lines cradle
her laugh lines

one-eyed crow
a glimpse of starshine
between clouds

wind gusts
a rotten burl full
of wild plums

these stones
skim across water
letting go
of every burden,
I float into light

in my garden
a gatekeeper butterfly
basks in the sun
I cover my pale body
only coming out at night

the songs
my father sang to me
in a tongue
I could not understand
still, they carry me home

VerseWrights, 2016

Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 9, December 2016

they dragged me
to view the body
my sister
no longer larger
than her shortened life

that dream
I long to have again
the one
where I grew lamina
and my breath was fire

I find
white begonias
at my door
in pogonip fog
the vague shape of you

Tinywords, Issue 16.2, December 2016

liquid sun our glasses filled with dandelion wine

Hedgerow Poems, Number 100, December 2016

Print Edition

purple streaks in the busker's hair wild violets

night blindness moonbeams tangled in your lashes

I inhale
and my lungs fill up
with bees
though all hope is lost
there is still this hum

we slept
beneath a star blanket
that summer
and washed our faces
with morning dew

Full of Moonlight, Haiku Society of America, Members' Anthology 2016

ice fog
everything familiar

3rd Place, Shintai Haiku
World Haiku Review
January 2016

Frameless Sky, Issue 5, December 2016

sugar snow
the taste of nothing
on my tongue

steamy windows
the kettle whistles
our favourite tune

Eucalypt, Issue 21, December 2016

fallen leaves
in uncured cement . . .
we imprint
our own mythology
upon each other's lives

soft silt
at the delta's mouth . . .
our breathing
within this moment
flocks of birds, rising

Beginning, British Haiku Society Members' Anthology 2016

spawning coral
once a year, the snow
falls upward

Blithe Spirit, Vol. 26, Number 4, November 2016

a broken circle
in the zen garden
sparrow prints

soft snow
the imprint of wings
a memory

I hear
your voice in silences
and birdsong . . .
the wind-strummed trees
still sing to me of you

the spaces
in which our hearts dwell
are sacred
palimpsests of those
we have loved before

within us
the light of stars . . .
why is it
we so often
choose not to shine?

Akitsu Quarterly, Winter 2016

Inside back cover:

Thursday, December 08, 2016

Under the Basho, November 2016

Personal Best 2016

fog deepens
the sound of rabbits
nibbling night

Grand Prize
2016 World Haiku Contest

World Haiku Association, November 2016

147th Monthly Haiga Contest

Ripples in the Sand, Tanka Society of America Members' Anthology 2016

jars of dew
on the veranda
i will consecrate
my baby's body

the brevity
of your sweet nothings
at times
i long for blossoms
rather than a bud

the meadow
astir with blue skimmers
their wings
darning these placid days
into our histories

Ribbons, Volume 12, Number 3, Fall 2016

these nightmares
of black widow spiders
spinning webs
into oncoming storms
that I can never name

two deep valleys
in a mountain's shadow
village children
pleading at day's end
for one more shaft of light

Certificate of Merit
Japan Tanka Poets' Society
The 8th International Tanka Festival Competition, 2016

NeverEnding Story, November 2016

Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu

rehearsing in the park
i never knew
there were so many
graceful ways to die

A Hundred Gourds, 3:3, June 2014

Chen-ou Liu's comments:

Strategically speaking, through a pivot on the unexpected (L3) to uncover the existential/inevitable aspect of the human condition, Debbie's tanka effectively builds, poetic phrase (ku)/line by poetic phrase (ku)/line, to a thematically significant and emotionally powerful ending that has the most weight and reveals the theme of death (or more precisely, of the relationship between art and death).

By the way, I think the ballet referred to in the upper verse might be "Swan Lake."

*note from me: this tanka does indeed refer to "Swan Lake"

Neon Graffiti: Tanka Poetry of Urban Life, November 2016

the brilliance
of New Year's fireworks
at forty below
the colder it gets
the warmer we are

waiting for the bus
in morning's half light
not knowing
it would be the last time
she would hear her name

f i n a l l y
the river trail freezes
our ski tracks
the only graffiti
in this whitewashed city

at the corner
of poverty and despair
an Indigenous girl
is found in the river
I weep, I weep

on the midway
corn dogs and candy floss
a year older
but still not tall enough
to ride the roller coaster

are nesting again
four chicks
on a hotel roof
peer into the lens

still waiting
year after year after year
for the news
how could no one have seen
or heard anything that night

city lights
in the frozen distance
spires reaching
toward the heavens
searching for a god

the neighbours
hibernate all winter
e m e r g i n g
into their backyards
like white-throated sparrows

Haigaonline, Vol. 17, Issue 2, Autumn 2016

Comfort Food Challenge

Failed Haiku - A Journal of English Senryu, Issue 12, December 2016

The first haiga is in memory of Carlos Colon, aka Haiku Elvis

Creatrix Poetry and Haiku Journal, Number 35, December 2016

catch and release
the fat moon wriggles
off my line

Brass Bell, December 2016

saskatchewan . . .
we photograph antelope
in the gloaming

Asahi Haikuist Network, November 2016

sparkling wine our sailboat leans into the sunset

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Living Haiku Anthology, 2016

A portfolio of 77 haiku published between 2013 and 2016 may be viewed at:

World Haiku Competition, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, 2016

fog deepens
the sound of rabbits
nibbling night

Grand Prize
2016 World Haiku Competition

Failed Haiku - A Journal of English Senryu, Issue 11, November 2016

The following works received Honourable Mentions in the Mixed Media Category in the 2016 Jane Reichhold Memorial Haiga Competition:


Immersing myself in the spinning colours emerging from darkness, the words remind me of my favorite song sung by Pete Seeger "All My Life's a Circle." I love the mysterious quality the layering has created. Don't we all go around in circles and isn't it great when we find ourselves! The font and its size goes well with the image. The placement and colour and hue of the words could be played with more to echo the movement in its words and enhance the composition more. I really like the use "words & image" in the signature, but felt the hue could be toned down to blend in with the total effect of this delightful haiga.

—Kris Kondo


I was instantly captured by the colors and the interplay of the different elements. Fish in the sky drew me in right away and I quickly went to the words to help me find out what this wonder world could be about, and I wasn't disappointed. Mindscapes and a longing for a family pet to love - there was much to find here and I enjoyed the journey. The composition of the elements was handled very well and the digital collage works well. I also liked the font which is a design element that can achieve a lot with a fun playful font. I really enjoyed this one.

—Ron C. Moss

The Literary Review of Canada, November 2016

Vanishing Point

the last
grain elevator
our little town sinks
further into dust

we leave
wild blanketflowers
on your grave
hoping deer will come
to keep you warm

trees stand
against the horizon
so far
and few between
but, oh, this prairie sky

Gnarled Oak, Issue 10, October 2016

Tuesday, November 08, 2016

Prune Juice, Issue 20, November 2016

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

your scent
as strong now as then

dark mourning
my cousin's name
on the news

a broken hook
the faded ribbons
of her apron

This issue also contains the announcement of winners of the 2016 Jane Reichhold Memorial Haiga Competition. I received two Honourable Mentions in the Mixed Media Haiga Category, and links to these works appear in the November Issue of Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu.

World Haiku Association, October 2016

146th Monthly Haiga Contest

Skylark, Vol. 4, Number 2, Winter 2016

a fish
falls from the sky
what magic
when eagles dance

Modern Haiku, Vol. 47.3, Autumn 2016

snowed in
the rounded shoulders
of my mother

emergency flares
above us the crackle
of northern lights

Hedgerow Poems, Number 95, November 2016

Resident Artist

These haiku, without visual art, originally appeared in Blithe Spirit in 2016.

Daily Haiku, Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, November 2016

on the tundra
caging a winter sky
caribou bones

3rd Place
2014 Hortensia Anderson Awards
United Haiku and Tanka Society

Frogpond, Vol. 39:2, Spring/Summer 2016

sugar cookies
we swallow each phase
of the moon

Chrysanthemum, Number 20, October 2016

Translated into German

Brass Bell, November 2016

we hover around our mother hummingbirds

Atlas Poetica, Number 26, October 2016

etched on roadside cliffs
reminders of all that is

the pain
of this invisible
today, I choose to wear
a quiet cloak of strength

oceans within
unbounded skies without
somewhere between
hollow feathers and flukes
so many ways to sing

and golden chanterelles
even their names
linger on the palate
of my motherless tongue

Asahi Haikuist Network, October 2016

fall migration . . .
many wings beat against
a moon drum

Acorn, Number 37, Fall 2016

mallard flock the iridescent sound of morning

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

KYSO Flash, Issue 6, Fall 2016

Coming Undone

She always wore the same sweater. I've kept it all these years, and I wear it whenever my memories of her start to fade. Today, the last button came off, and I put it in the sweater's frayed pocket for safekeeping. When it slipped through a hole, and dropped between the floorboards, I finally realized that she was never coming home.

heirloom quilt
sparrow prints embossed
on new snow

Second Publisher's Choice Award, KYSO Flash HTP Writing Challenge

Commentary by KF Editors:

This little button of a haibun reminds us of the set-up in "The Last Leaf" by O. Henry, in which the consumptive young woman thinks that she'll die when the last leaf falls outside her window. "Coming Undone" avoids any clever plot twists and aims directly at the heart in a spare and effective way.

Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival, Haiku Invitational, 2016

in the garden centre
we choose her name

Honourable Mention
Sakura Award, Canada

Inkling Press - More Grows in a Crooked Row: Tanka Conversations of Angela Leuck, 2016

More Grows in a Crooked Row is comprised of responsive tanka conversations between Angela Leuck and 15 Canadian poets.

My contribution to a tanka conversation with Angela Leuck follows:

Broken Resolutions

New Year's morn
the air hangs heavy
with ice fog
and the acrid smoke
of broken resolutions

on groundhog day
we speak of shadows
etched on snow
forgetting how we lengthen
into filaments of light

while a snow lion
roars outside our door
you tame me
with the fire in your hands
until I tremble like a lamb

a robin's trill
fades into evening
how green
the scent of longing
after the first rain

I still wear
her frayed sweater
on Mother's Day—
are we ever resigned
to being orphaned?

a perigee moon
the polished stone
at my breast
waxing and waning
with every breath

our paddles
stirring twilight
into the lake
after all these years
the stars in our eyes

four sisters
shared a bedroom
on the farm
now we harvest memories
from summer fallow fields

at the hospice
another little bird
hits the window
we'll always wonder
what father tried to say

maple leaves
and geese take flight
I, too, am restless
as autumn writes
the poetry of storms

on street corners
the wounds
we carry in our hearts
bleed into winter skies

the northern lights
over frozen prairie
I curl my hand into yours

VerseWrights, 2016

Wild Plum, Issue 2:2, Fall & Winter 2016

on an oak leaf boat
i offer my hand

night fog
an owl's call fills
the spaces

Tinywords, Issue 16.2, September 2016

haiku only published in Kernelsonline, Summer 2013

The Bamboo Hut, Autumn 2016

you were my bellwether
I followed
every footstep sinking
deeper into the mire

where are you
my fair-weather friend
have you left
for sunnier climes
grown weary of my rain

at the first
slow swell of violins
these tears
that seep into my mouth
and quench my thirst

her jewellery chest
I wonder
about the secrets
she had yet to tell

on my fingertips
musical scars
that bleed every time
I strum our duet

at the base
of this volcano
our pilgrim cheeks blaze
with revelation

don't sell me
anti-ageing creams
the lines
upon this canvas
my life's masterstrokes

over time
every mountain
sinks back
into the ocean
as must we all

Presence, Number 56, October 2016

eclipse an otter dives through a ring of fire

hinterland the call and answer of wolves and moon

fallen leaves
a porcupine nibbles
the last apple

a twinkle
in the pumpkin's eye
harvest moon

Shortlisted for Best-of-Issue Award in Presence 55:

coastal trail a rainbow appears in the orca's breath

NeverEnding Story, September 2016

Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu

in cupped hands
the harvest moon rests
for a moment

First Place, Bangor Group 2015 Autumn Moon Haiku Contest

Chen-ou Liu's comments:

A visually stunning moment is keenly captured in Debbie's "ichibutsu shitate" (one-image/object/topic haiku).

NeverEnding Story, August 2016

Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu

migrating geese
writing cursive letters
across the sky
I finally read between
the white of your lies

Runner-up, British Haiku Society Tanka Awards, 2014-2015

Chen-ou Liu's comments:

The juxtaposition between the cyclic nature and temporal precision of bird migration and the fluctuating nature of human relationships makes this poem emotionally effective.

A fresh take on relationship tanka.

Kokako, Number 25, September 2016

every garden pot
a ptarmigan

crane silhouettes
i practice the kanji
for my name

our bodies
no more than stardust
we fall
from constellations
and for a moment, shine

Haiku Canada Review, Vol. 10, Number 2, October 2016

runaway (t)rain all the world a blur

orphaned cubs
mammatus clouds
after the storm

Gusts, Number 24, Fall/Winter 2016

the rushes that held nests
of marsh wrens
I close my weary eyes
and turn into a song

curls of clouds
become passerines
each autumn
the low-angled light
invites me to follow

along the arroyo
my every bone thirsty
for one last taste of you

Creatrix Poetry and Haiku Journal, Number 34, September 2016

shelf clouds
a scare crow leans
against wind

Failed Haiku - A Journal of English Senryu, Issue 10, October 2016

Honoured to have this haiga on the cover!

Failed Haiku - A Journal of English Senryu, Issue 9, September 2016

Brass Bell, October 2016

the bleached husk
of a small crayfish . . .
summer wanes

Brass Bell, September 2016

on yellowed recipes
she is here, still

Blithe Spirit, Vol. 26, Number 3, September 2016

the scent of night settles
in your hair

ocean waves
advance then retreat
shy lovers
teaching the shore how
to make the stones sing

odds and ends
flutter from clothes lines
lift this mundane life
into the divine

Asahi Haikuist Network, September 2016

stone angels
among the ruins
a flash of stars

blues festival
stray dogs howling
at streetlights

Akitsu Quarterly, Fall 2016

a smudge
on the azure sky
day moon

orange lichen
glacial rocks bloom
with age

across the lowlands
muffled bells

Friday, September 23, 2016

Friday, August 12, 2016

Mandy's Pages Annual Tanka Contest, 2016

each moment
here on earth is numbered . . .
so why not
fly too close to the moon,
and hang our hats on stars?

1st Place

Judge's Comments:

I chose this as the winner because I wanted to base my decision on originality, freshness, and authenticity. The poet's writing style is utterly captivating! The serious tone of the first two lines pivots in the phrase, "so why not." The mood that follows is somewhat childlike, evoking a sense of adventure and imagination. Isn't that how we should enjoy life? We should take risks, dream big, have fun! With the use of the s/l/s/l/l form, this tanka gives you a heartwarming ending with some dreaming space.

—Christine L. Villa

Yamadera Basho Memorial Museum English Haiku Contest 2016

8th Contest Selected Haiku Collection

snow lantern
the fading glint
in her eyes

we pack her clothes
in silence

World Haiku Association, July 2016

144th Monthly Haiga Contest

Sonic Boom, Issue 6, August 2016

Ribbons, Volume 12, Number 2, Spring/Summer 2016

what the hands know

she sits and stares
her palms curling skyward
against her thighs
two weathered coracles
adrift, and filled with rain

she fillets a fishbone sky
into quadrants
the way they divided
her cancer into stages

barn swallows
scissor through thick air
until a cloud
falls through her fingers
in an epiphany

Gnarled Oak, Issue 9, July 2016

Honoured to have this image (without haiku) chosen for the cover of Issue 9!

Daily Haiku, Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, July 2016

in cupped hands
the harvest moon rests
for a moment

1st Place
Bangor Haiku Group
2015 Autumn Haiku Contest

Failed Haiku - A Journal of English Senryu, Issue 8, August 2016

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Cattails, January 2015

spewing lava
a volcano erupts
between us

early frost
a gazing ball reflects
white roses

another egg
in the falcon's nest
rising moon

ribbons of aurora
u n f u r l i n g
we tie up the loose ends
of our divergent lives

the goodbye
i never said
at dawn
a bull elk bugles
on the hillside

your fingers
played a symphony
in my hair
when I was a cello
and you were the bow

Tanka Editor's Choice:

A wonderful "short song" (tanka) composed by Debbie Strange from Canada, in which we not only hear the symphony played by two lovers, but where the lyrics of this write present in a musical fashion. I cannot stress enough the importance of line 2, 4, and 5 being of nearly equal length to create a melody like this author has accomplished
—an'ya, cattails principal editor

Cattails, January 2016

dusty sky
refugees make kites
from plastic bags

bagpipes skirl
across the prairie
Dad goes home

midnight sun
will you miss me
when I'm gone

in the hills
cattle lowing between

a skunk forages
in fireweed

the dry ache
of a long goodbye
how do we
reach the other side
with the bridge washed out

Tanka Editor's Choice:

This Editor's Choice is by Debbie Strange from Canada, and it demonstrates a songlike rhythm which is pleasing to the ear and desirable in the tanka form. However I chose it not only for the melody but for its contents and its juxtaposition as well. Representative of an aching heart after a long goodbye, we are left to wonder how to reach the other side with the bridge washed out. Metaphoric in its content, leaves a reader to believe in that old saying that "love always finds a way".

—UHTS cattails tanka editor an'ya, USA

Note: This issue also contains a lovely review of Warp and Weft, Tanka Threads by an'ya which may be accessed via the book's title page of this blog.

Red Lights, Vol. 12, Number 2, June 2016

wheeling the blue beyond
calling, calling
a glimpse of your face
before you slipped away

at cliff's edge
waves roiling below
I stand
eye to eye with gulls
unafraid of flight

on the shore
jellyfish sailors
my hopes deflating
with these pink balloons

Paper Wasp 22 (2), 2016

the sound of rain
millions of monarchs
taking wing

morning chill
the dark field aglow
with pumpkins

above the marsh
a swarm of gnats spins
dusk into night

NeverEnding Story, July 2016

Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu

empty nest
on the for sale sign
mourning doves

Selected Haiku
2015 Yamadera Basho Memorial Museum Haiku Contest

Chen-ou Liu's comments:

Technically speaking, L1, "empty nest," provides a "scent link" (in Basho's sense of the phrase) to L3, "mourning doves." And the doves' soft, drawn-out calls effectively enhances the tone and mood of the poem.

Hedgerow Poems, Number 85, July 2016

Resident Artist

Poems without images published as follows:

1) brass bell, September 2015
2) Frameless Sky, June 2015
3) brass bell, November 2015
4) Failed Haiku, May 2016

Daily Haiku, Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, July 2016

rocky ledge
a wolf with the moon
in its mouth

3rd Place
Irish Haiku Society
7th International Haiku Competition 2015

Daily Haiku, Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, July 2016

stone cairns
a faded cap drifts

1st Place
HSA 2015 Harold G. Henderson Haiku Contest
Frogpond #38:3, Autumn 2015

Atlas Poetica, Number 25, July 2016

a bird gone quiet
in the tender hollow
of your throat
I miss you more than words
can say I miss you

basking seals
on the breakwater
steam rises
from our sleek bodies
into otherness

an ant
pushing the universe
up this hill
in a water droplet
I find my inner strength

prairie dawn
an exaltation of larks
on barbed wire
ancestral blood pinging
along the gravel road home

Friday, July 01, 2016

World Haiku Review, June 2016

(theme eros and agape)

button moon
we undress each other
in the dark

Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
Vanguard Category

crescent moon
a scar on the curve
of your belly

Hon. Mention
Vanguard Category

so many reasons
to shine

Hon. Mention
Shintai Category

mending fences
the scent of sagebrush
on your fingers

Hon. Mention
Shintai Category

JapanTanka Poets' Society,The 8th International Tanka Festival Competition, 2016

two deep valleys
in a mountain's shadow
village children
pleading at day's end
for one more shaft of light

Certificate of Merit
Conferred by The Tanka Journal
(300 entries)

Shamrock, Number 34, June 2016

shining wind the halt and sway of evergreens

frosted dawn
crows spill across
the horizon

Prune Juice, Issue 19, July 2016

the way you wriggle
out of lies

a fox
in the hen house
your affair

arms and legs flailing
we relearn
the complicated steps
of the mosquito Macarena

Presence, Number 55, June 2016

coastal trail a rainbow appears in the orca's breath

lambing season
swirls of fog become
a wolf pack

rising wind
a volley of ducks explodes
from the marsh

snowy owls
drifting over prairie
northern lights

North Carolina Poetry Society, Griffin-Farlow Haiku Award, 2015

fog weaving
between fence posts
a coyote's song

Hon. Mention
Griffin-Farlow Haiku Award 2015
Pinesong, Volume 52, Awards 2016

Judge's Comments:

I awarded honorable mention to this haiku for its deft juxtaposition of senses both visual and aural. I like where this haiku led me: piano (fence post), pianist (fog) and music produced by the combination of those two images (coyote's song). Each reader's interpretation of a haiku is unique and based on the reader's own experience. Where does this haiku lead you?

—Roberta Beary

Moonbathing, Issue 14, Spring/Summer 2016

cling to foam-flecked rocks
e x p o s e d
at my lowest ebb
I yearn to let go

Hedgerow Poems, Number 82, June 2016

Resident Artist

Poems without images published as follows:

1) cattails, May 2016
2) cattails, May 2016
3) Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 7, 2015
4) The Bamboo Hut, Volume 2, Issue 1, 2014

Haiku Society of America, Harold G. Henderson Haiku Contest, 2015

stone cairns
a faded cap drifts

1st Place
2015 Harold G. Henderson Haiku Contest

A Splash of Water, Haiku Society of America, Members' Anthology 2015

water lily
the way you close
your hands to pray

World Haiku Association
122nd Haiga Contest 2014

Sailing Into The Moon, Haiku Canada Members' Anthology, 2016

merlot moon
fires burn somewhere
close tonight

Asahi Haikuist Network, November 2015

Frameless Sky, Issue 4, June 2016

smudged sunrise
the length of a bittern's neck
among rushes

this topography
of hills and dales
our ageing bodies
fit together, still

for hovers
over sawtooth mountains
when I reach
the furthest pinnacle
will I finally see

Failed Haiku - A Journal of English Senryu, Issue 7, July 2016

Daily Haiku, Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, December 2015

night drive . . .
a deer leaps over
the moon

Gems Anthology 2014

European Haiku Society, June 2016

weathered barn
the silence of cobwebs
in moonlight

Hon. Mention
European Haiku Prize

Thursday, June 02, 2016

World Haiku Association, May 2016

142nd Monthly Haiga Contest

World Haiku Association, April 2016

141st Monthly Haiga Contest

Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 8, May 2016

on the verge
of here and hereafter
surely we
are not the only ones
with revenant hearts

scraps of lace
behind old windows
footfalls echo
we are bound by webs
of good intentions

Tinywords, Issue 16.1, May 2016

sugar snow
sifting through evergreens
empty nests, full

The Heron's Nest, Vol. 18, Number 2, June 2016

cloudless sky
a pelican's pouch
full of light

Editors' Choices

The Heron's Nest, Volume 17, 2015

crab spider
a frost moon dangles
out of reach

Perseid shower
the scent of tamarack
on the campfire

evening fog
antlers ghosting through
the coulee

summer camp
children sieve the sky
for tadpoles

The Cicada's Cry, A Micro-Zine of Haiku Poetry, Spring 2016

old argument
this frosty morning
ruffled feathers

The Bamboo Hut, Spring 2016

even when
you came home early
with glass in your hair
I never saw this coming

though my feet
have never trod upon
that fair isle
they know it better
than these dirty streets

the times
that are the hardest
give way
to those that soften
this, I tell myself

when, at last
we turn to dust and bone
my hair
an eternal waterfall
will still flow over you

rose thorns
and twists of barbed wire
you trace
my body's deep scars
until I believe

Skylark, Vol. 4, Number 1, Summer 2016

ease me down
into cool waters
plait my hair
with green willow roots
make of me your anchor

this is the song
of our humpback hearts
when we listen
to the ocean breathing
blood returns to water

Note: This issue also contains a lovely review of Warp and Weft, Tanka Threads by Jenny Ward Angyal which may be accessed via the "Books and Reviews" page of this blog.