16th Contest Selected Haiku Collection
winter into spring
this never-ending tug
of war
blue butterfly
mother's nurse locates
a vein
Saturday, November 09, 2024
Under the Basho, 2024
Personal Best
cattle roundup
a charred bean can
full of rain
1st Place (joint), 2024 Sharpening the Green Pencil Haiku Contest
Haiku
common loon
a song penetrates
the mist
Postku
clockwise counterculture anticlockwise
Haiga Gallery
The Cicada's Cry: A Micro-Zine of Haiku Poetry, Autumn 2024
October rain
the maples are ghosts
of themselves
Eye to Eye, Tanka Society of America Members' Anthology 2023
Edited by Randy Brooks
winter light . . .
nuggets of purple mica
gleam on my desk
and suddenly, I can
think only of lilacs
Suspect Device Punkzine, Number 15, November 2024
Turning Japanese: Ghosts
mist wraiths
one of them
is you
Our Best Haiga: Black & White Haiga/Haisha, October 2024
Curated by Lavana Kray
October 23, 2024
(Note: this tanka first appeared in GUSTS 35, 2022)
#FemkuMag, Issue 37, Autumn/Winter 2024
depression rising and falling super(blue)moon
bleached whale ribs the|bars|on|this|window|of|disability
body terrorist my trigger thumbs go off
Presence, Number 80, November 2024
wave train the rumble of distant rapids
the weasel
we never see . . .
brush pile
our branches
have grown together
in old age . . .
new leaves shimmer
on the ancient cypress
New Zealand Poetry Society International Poetry Competition, 2024
Paint Me - NZPS Poetry Anthology 2024
My thanks to the editor, Margaret Moores, for selecting the following poem from the entries to the competition:
yellow bird magnolia if we could sing like that
Kingfisher, Issue 10, October 2024
fox kits
no bite left
in the wind
roofless barn
the stars begin
to hoot
Haiku Canada Review, Volume 18, Number 2, October 2024
pasturelandbullthistles
the dances
we used to know . . .
waggling bees
Failed Haiku - A Journal of English Senryu, Vol. 9, Number 104, November 2024
Thrilled to receive 2nd Place in the Ninth Annual Jane Reichhold Haiga Competition (mixed media category). My thanks to the judges, Mike Rehling and Kelly Sauvage Moyer!
Commentary:
Here, again, we have the image of a raven; yet, this time, its role as the harbinger of death stands at the forefront of this work by Debbie Strange. The quickening, a time when early fetal movements are typically felt during pregnancy, is not experienced in this case, indicating the possibility of miscarriage. The gravity of the loss suspected is only enhanced by the straightforward language utilized with the senryu to communicate the power of such an ethereal force. We found this to be an effective, not to mention chilling, creation on the part of the poet-artist.
(note: this is an original photo, superimposed with mono-printed feathers)
The following haiga and tanka art were also included in this issue:
Daily Haiku: Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, November 2024
November 6, 2024: theme "the blues"
bullets of crows
on gunmetal nights . . .
a deeper shade
of anguish echoes
in her bones
Atlas Poetica, Number 29, 2017
Daily Haiga: An Edited Journal of Traditional and Contemporary Haiga, November 2024
Featured Artist: November 8, 2024
Note: this tanka was first published in Blithe Spirit 32.3, 2022
Featured Artist: November 24, 2024
Note: this tanka was first published in GUSTS 36, 2022
Cattails, October 2024
My thanks to David Kelly for selecting the following senryu as an Editor's Choice:
probate
a prickle of burrs
in the dogs' tail
Commentary:
On first reading, this piece by Debbie Strange appears a simple comparison. However, having heard of other people's experiences of probate, this poem came to life as I revisited those stories. The law appears so insensitive to people suffering grief. It must be difficult enough, trying to straighten the financial affairs of a loved one once they have died, without having to jump through a myriad of legal hoops. The single word, 'probate' must surely strike dread into the hearts of those who have wrestled with it before. To my mind, the thorny tangle of legislation around probate matches, so very neatly, the mess that burrs can make in a dog's tail.
apricity curling myself into it
candle ice
our paddles break it
into music
and still
I am cut to the heart
by these blades
of wild iris swaying
around your tomb
A Fine Line: The Magazine of the New Zealand Poetry Society, Spring 2024
star-nosed mole
we search for light
in dark places
Shortlisted for Best-of-Issue Award, Presence, Number 65, 2019
rocky ledge
a wolf with the moon
in its mouth
3rd Place, 2015 Irish Haiku Society International Competition
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