Note: tanka first published by Red Lights 14.1, January 2018
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- A Year Unfolding: Haiku
- Mouth Full of Stones: Haikai eBook
- Prairie Interludes: Haiku eChapbook
- Random Blue Sparks
- The Language of Loss: Haiku & Tanka Conversations
- Three-Part Harmony: Tanka Verses
- Warp and Weft: Tanka Threads
Sunday, October 14, 2018
Cattails, October 2018
smoky wind . . .
snow geese where
the grain was
dementia . . .
all the memories
we wish she had
this prairie
cradles the bones
of my sister . . .
I sing her a song
about magpies and wind
the dark sky
above this mountain
a haven
for orphaned stars,
lost among neon lights
snow geese where
the grain was
dementia . . .
all the memories
we wish she had
this prairie
cradles the bones
of my sister . . .
I sing her a song
about magpies and wind
the dark sky
above this mountain
a haven
for orphaned stars,
lost among neon lights
The Haiku Foundation, Haiku Windows, September 2018
A Sense of Place: Meadow/Field - Sight (selected by Kathy Munro September 19, 2018)
high winds
geese side-slip toward
the stubble field
high winds
geese side-slip toward
the stubble field
The Cherita, Book 16, July 2018
Issue: "i find one cloud"
crowned with sage
my sister waits for me
among the hills
while prairie voles
make nests between
her bones
crowned with sage
my sister waits for me
among the hills
while prairie voles
make nests between
her bones
Shamrock Haiku Journal 2012-2018
Number 31, June 2015
a muskrat
sequins of sun ripple
the silence
Number 34, June 2016
shining wind the halt and sway of evergreens
frosted dawn
crows spill across
the horizon
Number 36, February 2017
rangeland
webs of rain connect
the thistles
Number 40, September 2018
peat bog
the spreading fire
of cloudberries
frost settles . . .
many moons dot
the dark field
wild iris
a familiar song
in its throat
a muskrat
sequins of sun ripple
the silence
Number 34, June 2016
shining wind the halt and sway of evergreens
frosted dawn
crows spill across
the horizon
Number 36, February 2017
rangeland
webs of rain connect
the thistles
Number 40, September 2018
peat bog
the spreading fire
of cloudberries
frost settles . . .
many moons dot
the dark field
wild iris
a familiar song
in its throat
Shamrock, Number 40, September 2018
peat bog
the spreading fire
of cloudberries
frost settles . . .
many moons dot
the dark field
wild iris
a familiar song
in its throat
the spreading fire
of cloudberries
frost settles . . .
many moons dot
the dark field
wild iris
a familiar song
in its throat
Presence, Number 61, July 2018
each ram's horn nearly thirty pounds of fibonacci
abandoned farm furrows of clouds spilling rain
a bald eagle . . .
burnt branches edged
with snow
this pain
written between the lines
on my brow
you read me tenderly
with your fingertips
abandoned farm furrows of clouds spilling rain
a bald eagle . . .
burnt branches edged
with snow
this pain
written between the lines
on my brow
you read me tenderly
with your fingertips
One Man's Maple Moon: 66 Selected English-Chinese Bilingual Tanka, Volume 4, 2018
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu
frazil ice
on a mountain lake
at breakup
the tinkling chimes
signal your departure
A Hundred Gourds, 4:2, March 2015
frazil ice
on a mountain lake
at breakup
the tinkling chimes
signal your departure
A Hundred Gourds, 4:2, March 2015
NeverEnding Story, September 2018
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu
tracks of birds
meander through snow . . .
the surgeon
marks her left breast
with a cross
1st Place, Tanka Section, 2016 British Haiku Society Awards
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
excerpted from Caroline Skanne's (Judge) commentary accessed via the British Haiku Society Awards label of this blog...
tracks of birds
meander through snow . . .
the surgeon
marks her left breast
with a cross
1st Place, Tanka Section, 2016 British Haiku Society Awards
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
excerpted from Caroline Skanne's (Judge) commentary accessed via the British Haiku Society Awards label of this blog...
The Mamba, Issue 6 - African Haiku Network, September 2018
empty well . . .
the steady thrum
of katydids
the fragrance
of dark roast coffee . . .
morning rituals
the steady thrum
of katydids
the fragrance
of dark roast coffee . . .
morning rituals
Modern Haiku, Vol. 49.2, Summer 2018
earthworm
castings
the
raised
shadows
of
my
scars
longer days
I knight my sister
with an icicle
Fifth Honourable Mention
Robert Spiess Memorial Haiku Award Competition for 2018
Judge's Comments:
A sense of delight pervades this haiku. The days are growing longer, but the ice hasn't melted yet. Here two children are playing outside, and one of them "knights" the other, using an icicle like a sword to invest a "knighthood" upon the other. Just as the "longer days" tell us that spring is coming, so too does this poem's playful and imaginative zeal. This poem, as with all good haiku, lets things become what they are, and as readers we join the celebration.
castings
the
raised
shadows
of
my
scars
longer days
I knight my sister
with an icicle
Fifth Honourable Mention
Robert Spiess Memorial Haiku Award Competition for 2018
Judge's Comments:
A sense of delight pervades this haiku. The days are growing longer, but the ice hasn't melted yet. Here two children are playing outside, and one of them "knights" the other, using an icicle like a sword to invest a "knighthood" upon the other. Just as the "longer days" tell us that spring is coming, so too does this poem's playful and imaginative zeal. This poem, as with all good haiku, lets things become what they are, and as readers we join the celebration.
—Michael Dylan Welch
#FemkuMag: An E-zine of Women's Haiku - Issue 4, September 2018
mirror fog I let you see my soft side
our
lost
connection
the
static
of
northern
lights
our
lost
connection
the
static
of
northern
lights
Kokako, Number 29, September 2018
first snowfall a tumbleweed comes to rest
buffeted
by a nor'easter
our old skiff
shrugs off its moorings
like an apology
the plumage
of Mandarin ducks
we can
only dream of wearing
finery such as this
buffeted
by a nor'easter
our old skiff
shrugs off its moorings
like an apology
the plumage
of Mandarin ducks
we can
only dream of wearing
finery such as this
Four Hundred and Two Snails, Haiku Society of America Members' Anthology 2018
starflowers
light the woodland . . .
we find our way
Winner (Month of May)
2017 Snapshot Press Haiku Calendar Competition
light the woodland . . .
we find our way
Winner (Month of May)
2017 Snapshot Press Haiku Calendar Competition
GUSTS, Number 28, Fall/Winter 2018
autumn winds
invade our trees
day by day
cathedral shadows
surrender to the sun
winter sunset . . .
the ice beneath
our skates
becomes a river
of molten gold
waves lap
gently upon the shores
of my sorrow . . .
she birthed me into water,
as I now deliver her
invade our trees
day by day
cathedral shadows
surrender to the sun
winter sunset . . .
the ice beneath
our skates
becomes a river
of molten gold
waves lap
gently upon the shores
of my sorrow . . .
she birthed me into water,
as I now deliver her
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