Honoured to have a lovely review of my collection, winner of the 2019 Sable Books International Women's Haiku Contest, in this issue. It may be accessed under The Language of Loss: Haiku & Tanka Conversations tab. My gratitude to Joanne Morcom!
my eyesight
not what it once was
but, oh
the way a rainbow blurs
into iridescence
stepping into
this snow-starred night
I take
a breath of something
that might be optimism
prairie drought . . .
the belt-buckle sun
offers no mercy,
every blade of grass
sharp as your tongue
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