National Hat Day Feature: January 15, 2023
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Showing posts with label The Wombwell Rainbow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Wombwell Rainbow. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
Sunday, October 16, 2022
The Wombwell Rainbow, September 2022
My thanks to the curator, Paul Brookes, for selecting the following tanka art for the "Synergy" Photography feature:
(note: this tanka placed third in the 2020 San Francisco International Tanka Competition)
Artist's statement:
This photo was taken under a bridge on the frozen Red River in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Every winter, there are art installations along the river skating trail. This one caught my attention because it reminded me of a gravestone, and of the time a crow shattered my window, losing its life in the process. The raven is symbolic in many cultures, and the tanka represents the way chronically ill people (myself included) often try to hide their infirmities ("pretending to be sky") to avoid making others feel uncomfortable.
Friday, August 14, 2020
The Wombwell Rainbow, June-July 2020
Thank you to curator, Paul Brookes!
June 23, 2020 - on the theme of wasps and bees
the argument
escalates all night
inside me
these paper-thin walls
only meant for wasps
Wild Voices, April 2017
I inhale
and my lungs fill up
with bees
though all hope is lost
there is still this hum
Hedgerow Poems 100, December 2016
June 24, 2020 - on the theme of ants
an ant
pushing the universe
up this hill
in a water droplet
I find my inner strength
Atlas Poetica 25, July 2016
a black river
of ants surges across
the pavement
they know their destination
long before I know mine
Honourable Mention, 2019 British Haiku Society Tanka Awards
June 25, 2020 - on the theme of beetles
the graffiti
of firefly stars at dusk
we follow
until our eyes adjust
to the narrative of night
Earth: Our Common Ground, April 2017
June 26, 2020 - on the theme of butterflies
in my garden
a gatekeeper butterfly
basks in the sun
I cover my pale body
only coming out at night
Cattails, September 2016
it was
as if she were
a butterfly
the way words flew
from her open hands
Cattails, April 2018
we once played
in this tangled garden,
enchanted
by the quiet fireworks
of bergamot and butterflies
Atlas Poetica 36, February 2019
June 23, 2020 - on the theme of wasps and bees
the argument
escalates all night
inside me
these paper-thin walls
only meant for wasps
Wild Voices, April 2017
I inhale
and my lungs fill up
with bees
though all hope is lost
there is still this hum
Hedgerow Poems 100, December 2016
June 24, 2020 - on the theme of ants
an ant
pushing the universe
up this hill
in a water droplet
I find my inner strength
Atlas Poetica 25, July 2016
a black river
of ants surges across
the pavement
they know their destination
long before I know mine
Honourable Mention, 2019 British Haiku Society Tanka Awards
June 25, 2020 - on the theme of beetles
the graffiti
of firefly stars at dusk
we follow
until our eyes adjust
to the narrative of night
Earth: Our Common Ground, April 2017
June 26, 2020 - on the theme of butterflies
in my garden
a gatekeeper butterfly
basks in the sun
I cover my pale body
only coming out at night
Cattails, September 2016
it was
as if she were
a butterfly
the way words flew
from her open hands
Cattails, April 2018
we once played
in this tangled garden,
enchanted
by the quiet fireworks
of bergamot and butterflies
Atlas Poetica 36, February 2019
Otata 36, December 2018
Incense Dreams 3.1, October 2019
June 27, 2020 - on the theme of moths
she is suspended
between here and gone
a cobweb
catching the light
of this moth-winged life
A Hundred Gourds 4.1, December 2014
a hammock
of tent caterpillars
sags with dew . . .
our differing opinions
on the nature of beauty
Atlas Poetica Special Feature, January 2018
bind my body
with spanworm silk
lay me down
in a shaded garden
until I turn to earth
Atlas Poetica Special Feature, August 2019
Failed Haiku Journal of Senryu Vol. 3, Issue 33, September 2019
June 28, 2020 - on the theme of flies and other sundry insects
dead houseflies
litter my windowsill
blindsided
not even compound eyes
see the way out of here
Undertow Tanka Review 7, September 2015
June 29, 2020 - on the theme of spiders
a spider web
strummed by soft breezes . . .
we can
almost hear the song
of morning dew
Ephemerae 1C, November 2018
July 4, 2020 - on the theme of meadows
the meadow
astir with blue skimmers
their wings
darning these placid days
into our histories
Ripples in the Sand, Tanka Society of America Membersߴ Anthology 2016
Frameless Sky 12, June 2020
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