10th Contest Selected Haiku Collection
dandelion seeds
I smooth mother's hair
across the pillow
hospice visit
a baby bird opens
its mouth
Saturday, September 01, 2018
#FemkuMag: An E-zine of Women's Haiku - Issue 3, August 2018
stillborn . . .
I long to grow flowers
instead of stones
heat
lightning
you
used
to
love
me
like
that
I long to grow flowers
instead of stones
heat
lightning
you
used
to
love
me
like
that
The Haiku Foundation, Haiku Windows, August 2018
A Sense of Place: Mountain - Sight (selected by Kathy Munro August 15, 2018)
mountain peaks the black holes between constellations
mountain peaks the black holes between constellations
The Cherita, Book 15, June 2018
Issue: "shadow dancer"
feather moss
the earth forgives
my feet
I, in turn,
can only offer
my allegiance
inner sanctum
finding myself lost
in thought
within this cathedral
of giant redwood trees,
I am but a mote of dust
feather moss
the earth forgives
my feet
I, in turn,
can only offer
my allegiance
inner sanctum
finding myself lost
in thought
within this cathedral
of giant redwood trees,
I am but a mote of dust
NeverEnding Story, August 2018
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu
fog deepens
the sound of rabbits
nibbling night
Grand Prize, 2016 World Haiku Competition
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
The opening line sets the scene while the unexpected yet visually and auditorily evocative and fresh last line makes the haiku emotionally effective, lifting it up a notch.
fog deepens
the sound of rabbits
nibbling night
Grand Prize, 2016 World Haiku Competition
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
The opening line sets the scene while the unexpected yet visually and auditorily evocative and fresh last line makes the haiku emotionally effective, lifting it up a notch.
KYSO Flash, Issue 10, Fall 2018
Featured Artist:
Artist's Commentary
These images are from my series, The Other Side of Light, which juxtaposes the real with the surreal by exploring the light that is found in the shadows of photographic negatives, encouraging the viewer to find the extraordinary behind the ordinary.
Sea Anemone
Wildwood
Teasel Seed Heads
Succulents
Otherness
Parellel Universe
Tracery
The following works were selected from this blog by the Editor, Clare MacQueen:
Excerpted from the tanka prose "The Detritus of Dust," which was published previously in Bright Stars Tanka Anthology (Keibooks; Volume 1, January 2014)
Published previously in Prune Juice (Issue 23, November 2017)
Published previously in Blithe Spirit (Volume 25, Number 4, November 2015)
Published previously in Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine (2013) as an Honorable Mention in their 2013 World Tanka Contest
Creatrix Poetry and Haiku Journal, Number 42, September 2018
ancient stones
the orange moons
of lichen
the orange moons
of lichen
Akitsu Quarterly, Fall 2018
muskeg
crowberries absorb
the night
redwoods
arrows of light
pierce the moss
crowberries absorb
the night
redwoods
arrows of light
pierce the moss
Saturday, August 04, 2018
The Haiku Foundation, Haiku Windows, August 2018
A Sense of Place: The Shore - Taste (selected by Kathy Munro August 1, 2018)
solitude
a loon and I taste
the evening
solitude
a loon and I taste
the evening
The Cherita, Book 14, May 2018
Issue: "not a memory, exactly"
windswept
prairie grasses
entice me to dance
with open arms,
I twirl until the earth
and sky are one
this bizen cup
stained with ash
and memory
my sister
speaks to me
from somewhere beyond
ensorcelled
by ribbons
of aurora borealis
we watch
as our world spins
into morning
windswept
prairie grasses
entice me to dance
with open arms,
I twirl until the earth
and sky are one
this bizen cup
stained with ash
and memory
my sister
speaks to me
from somewhere beyond
ensorcelled
by ribbons
of aurora borealis
we watch
as our world spins
into morning
Ribbons, Volume 14, Number 2, Spring/Summer 2018
The Calligraphy of Clouds
father reads
the horizon like Braille
each cloud
another augury
of his reckoning
the thunder
of round-bellied clouds
giving birth
too little, too late
for rattleboned fields
blue sky
and the calligraphy
of clouds
my sister waves a wand
of unripened barley
father reads
the horizon like Braille
each cloud
another augury
of his reckoning
the thunder
of round-bellied clouds
giving birth
too little, too late
for rattleboned fields
blue sky
and the calligraphy
of clouds
my sister waves a wand
of unripened barley
Red Lights, Vol. 14, Number 2, June 2018
falling snow
douses autumn's fire
we lie down
among the ruins,
rekindling this flame
what we make of it
we maunder
down memory lane
immersed
in our shared story
so different, yet the same
I offer
a lacework of clear ice
to the sun
winter trickles between
my fingers into spring
small suns
of wild chamomile
embroider
our patchwork fields
with the scent of light
a necklace
of sea foam traces
the bay's curve
I pine for this amity
between earth and water
even scars
from avalanches heal
how then
to mend these ragged
edges of my past
douses autumn's fire
we lie down
among the ruins,
rekindling this flame
what we make of it
we maunder
down memory lane
immersed
in our shared story
so different, yet the same
I offer
a lacework of clear ice
to the sun
winter trickles between
my fingers into spring
small suns
of wild chamomile
embroider
our patchwork fields
with the scent of light
a necklace
of sea foam traces
the bay's curve
I pine for this amity
between earth and water
even scars
from avalanches heal
how then
to mend these ragged
edges of my past
Friday, August 03, 2018
Prune Juice, Issue 25, July 2018
Short-Listed for the 2018 H. Gene Murtha Senryu Contest:
bagpipers
just far enough away
to move me
Folded Word, August 2018
the sunset
unravels its cloak
across sky . . .
I wait for deepest night
to drink my fill of stars
unravels its cloak
across sky . . .
I wait for deepest night
to drink my fill of stars
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