Thursday, September 03, 2020

MoonInk Tanka Poetry Anthology, 2020

as if I were
this ash-filled burl,
black veins
of decay winding through
my body like a river

Climate Change: The Burning Issue Tanka Contest, 2020

between the spokes
of your spinning wheel
a dusty web . . .
I never thought our lives
would so quickly unwind

1st Place
The British Haiku Society Tanka Awards, 2019

the ocean
was in a rage last night
but today,
these peace offerings
of blue mussels and kelp

1st Place
Sanford Goldstein Int'l Tanka Competition, 2018

the growth rings
of otoliths and trees . . .
when did she
become smaller
than her daughters

2nd Place
Fleeting Words Tanka Competition, 2017

dried curls
of gray reindeer moss
crunch softly
underneath our boots . . .
no other sound, but breath

1st Place
San Francisco Int'l Tanka Competition, 2016

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