Sunday, January 24, 2016

World Haiku Review, January 2016

ice fog
everything familiar

Third Place
Shintai Haiku Category

late autumn
snow geese scattered
over dark fields

Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
Neo-Classical Haiku Category


I was happy to receive a note regarding "ice fog" from an'ya, my mentor, friend, and the publisher of my first haiku. There is only a single word difference between our haiku, though they were written 11 years apart...

"Great minds think alike Debbie! We must have been sisters in a previous life. Debbie, unlike others in our haiku world, I have never believed in deja-ku, and am honored that we shared virtually the same moment."

The exact situation subsequently arose with my work, and I responded to it with an'ya's kind and generous outlook on this common occurrence. I like to call these incidents "mind melds"! Since I began my haiku journey in 2013, I have discovered how lovely it is to know that we are connected by shared experiences.

The Zen Space, Winter Showcase, 2016

Muse India, Issue 65, January - February 2016

Feature - Triveni

Englyn, Issue One, January 2016

The last leaves of autumn
are sighing, sighing.
I sigh, too, when I think
of all the times I should have let go.

The silken water slips quietly
over stone shoulders.
If you listen deeply,
you will hear the night undressing.

The great blue king on unfurled wing,
sails through mackerel sky,
to alight once more upon shingled shore,
with strident, raucous cry.

At the dentist's office,
collywobbles distract me
from the war being waged
in the blood of my mouth

She is Sweet Sixteen.
Wherever she goes,
bouquets of small children
cling to her like butterflies.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

World Haiku Association, December 2015

137th Monthly Haiga Contest

VerseWrights, December 2015

In memory of our beloved "pearly girl" (2003-2015)

Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival, Haiku Invitational, 2015

gone too soon
sakura blossoms
my old friends

Sakura Award, Canada

NeverEnding Story, December 2015

Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu

she hides
the family photographs
in memory's drawer
at our next visit
we find ourselves missing

The Bamboo Hut, 1:2, January 2014

Chen-ou's comments:

Modeled on traditional Japanese tanka, this heartfelt tanka is made up of five poetic phrases/ku (prosodic units) and structured into two parts where reveals not only the devastating consequences of the illness/dementia but also the different forms of patient's cognitive impairment ("family photographs/in "memory's drawer" vs "at "our next visit"/we find "ourselves missing").

A Hundred Gourds, Issue 5:1, December 2015

a squabble of crows
in the larch

grazing on sagebrush
at first light
the horizon stitched
to an infinitude of sky

I squeeze the sun
between my index finger
and my thumb
until the last drop of light
is swallowed by the water