I decided to enter two 5/7/5 haiku this year, and was delighted to have them selected for the contest!
11th Contest Selected Haiku Collection
rising winter moon . . .
we drive across the prairie
alone with our thoughts
the departing spring . . .
he replaces online games
with a baseball glove
Saturday, August 24, 2019
Morioka 1st International Haiku Contest, 2019
snowmelt
the wild crocuses
you loved
Second Prize (shared) - selected by Michael Dylan Welch
1st Morioka International Haiku Contest
the wild crocuses
you loved
Second Prize (shared) - selected by Michael Dylan Welch
1st Morioka International Haiku Contest
The Haiku Foundation, July 2019
Haiku Music Challenge Number 28 - July 27, 2019
The Haiku Foundation chose three of their favourite compositions from the Naviar Records Haiku Music Challenge for the following poem:
bioluminescence
I skip a pebble across
the universe
1st Place
2019 OtherWordly Intergalactic Haiku Competition
The Haiku Foundation chose three of their favourite compositions from the Naviar Records Haiku Music Challenge for the following poem:
bioluminescence
I skip a pebble across
the universe
1st Place
2019 OtherWordly Intergalactic Haiku Competition
The Cherita, Book 27, June 2019
Issue: "you bring me"
beachcombing
I empty myself
of this world
soothed
by wind on wave,
water on stone
beachcombing
I empty myself
of this world
soothed
by wind on wave,
water on stone
Tanka Origins, Issue 1, August 2019
Honoured to have two tanka chosen for this inaugural issue. My thanks to the editor, an'ya, for her lovely commentaries!
wildflowers
bloom inside my lungs,
every sense
alive with the fragrance
of this exquisite world
"How great is it to be able to actually breathe in this tanka by Debbie, and let those wildflowers also bloom in our lungs! Debbie makes good use of multiple "l" sounds throughout. This is a tanka that truly takes us on a journey out of the material world and into a realm where everything is exquisite, and our senses come alive with the fragrance of wildflowers."
peace lilies
sprout in my garden
heirlooms
nurtured with the love
you couldn't give me
"A beautiful tanka shared with us by Debbie who has such a classic way with words! She accomplishes this in the first three lines by talking of "peace lilies" and "heirlooms". However, she surprises her readers in lines four and five when the direction of this tanka takes a melancholy turn. Debbie is very much adept at creating a whole story in just five lines, as you can see in this tanka."
wildflowers
bloom inside my lungs,
every sense
alive with the fragrance
of this exquisite world
"How great is it to be able to actually breathe in this tanka by Debbie, and let those wildflowers also bloom in our lungs! Debbie makes good use of multiple "l" sounds throughout. This is a tanka that truly takes us on a journey out of the material world and into a realm where everything is exquisite, and our senses come alive with the fragrance of wildflowers."
peace lilies
sprout in my garden
heirlooms
nurtured with the love
you couldn't give me
"A beautiful tanka shared with us by Debbie who has such a classic way with words! She accomplishes this in the first three lines by talking of "peace lilies" and "heirlooms". However, she surprises her readers in lines four and five when the direction of this tanka takes a melancholy turn. Debbie is very much adept at creating a whole story in just five lines, as you can see in this tanka."
#FemkuMag: An E-zine of Womxn's Haiku - Issue 14, July 2019
hot (fl)ashes the combustibility of womxn's rights
Honourable Mention
Marlene Mountain Memorial Haiku Contest 2019
(note: the editor also nominated this poem for the 2019 Haiku Foundation Touchstone Awards)
(note: the editor also nominated this poem for the 2019 Haiku Foundation Touchstone Awards)
Other work included in this issue:
magpie the white streaks at my temples
surface tension
we hold it together
drop...by...drop
kudzu
pain
chokes
me
out
of
my
life
This issue also features the following triptych from my book, Three-Part Harmony: Tanka Verses (Keibooks 2018):
atonement
mute swans
under a moon bridge
the things
I should have confessed
make no difference now
the peace
that accompanies
forgiveness
after this long drought
an ecstasy of rain
on this day
of my atonement,
your face
a fragile watermark
at the edge of sky
1st verse: First Place, UHTS Fleeting Words Tanka Contest 2016
2nd verse: GUSTS, Number 25, Spring/Summer 2017
3rd verse: Moonbathing, Issue 16, Spring/Summer 2017
(thrilled to note that the magazine has now changed its name to reflect "womxn")
Blithe Spirit, Vol. 29, Number 3, August 2019
fallen wasp nest
a ladybird brightens
each chamber
rickety fence
a row of bluebirds
holds up the sky
lakeside camp . . .
an otter's soft splash
as it slips
under the edge
of my dreams
nightwalking
across heathland,
our boots
wet with the dew
of starlight
a ladybird brightens
each chamber
rickety fence
a row of bluebirds
holds up the sky
lakeside camp . . .
an otter's soft splash
as it slips
under the edge
of my dreams
nightwalking
across heathland,
our boots
wet with the dew
of starlight
Atlas Poetica Special Feature, August 2019
Death Poems
bind my body
with spanworm silk
lay me down
in a shaded garden
until I turn to earth
bind my body
with spanworm silk
lay me down
in a shaded garden
until I turn to earth
Akitsu Quarterly, Fall 2019
marsh reeds
we learn the secret
language of wind
intensive care
the last cuneiform
of snow geese
Mom's recipe . . .
my hollow pumpkin
a soup tureen
we learn the secret
language of wind
intensive care
the last cuneiform
of snow geese
Mom's recipe . . .
my hollow pumpkin
a soup tureen
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Red Lights, Vol. 15, Number 2, June 2019
BOOK APPRECIATION: Three-Part Harmony: Tanka Verses
I was honoured to be chosen for this feature by the editor, Marilyn Hazelton.
In response to her question regarding my musical background as it informs Three-Part Harmony:
I have been playing guitar, singing, and writing songs since the age of 12. My eldest sister was the main musical mentor in my life. I received my first guitar from her as a Christmas gift, and we often played music and sang together. She taught my sisters and me to sing harmony, hence the title and dedication of this book. Though she passed away when she was 28, every time I play my guitar, I think of her.
In response to her question regarding how I compiled the book:
It took about a year to finalize the manuscript. I began my eliminating poems that had appeared in my first book, Warp and Weft: Tanka Threads. I sorted the remaining published work into themed groups, and whittled the field down to approximately 300 tanka. This is like working on a huge jigsaw puzzle. I inserted each tanka into a set until they resonated with each other, thereby breathing new life into old poems.
In response to her question regarding my reflections on three tanka sets she chose at random:
murmuration
curls of clouds
become passerines
each autumn
the low-angled light
invites me to follow
snow geese
scribe an ancient mystery
across the moon
their soft murmurs
catching winter's breath
a starling
m u m u r a t i o n
sifting the sky
she recalls the moment
her life changed shape
I have been an avid birder for 40 years. Birds inspire me on a daily basis, and they feature in many of my tanka. In murmuration, I tried to encompass the way birds make me feel, how they capture my imagination, and stir my emotion. Here, we have clouds shape-shifting into passerines, snow geese becoming scribes, and starlings changing the very shape of sky.
bread and tempers
that phone call
all those years ago
I still see
a serpent writhing
between her fingers
the argument
escalates all night
inside me
these paper-thin walls
only meant for wasps
we lived
above a bake shop
that summer
of bread and tempers
rising through the night
I find it cathartic and healing to share my joys and sorrows via the written word. I do not shy away from writing about the dark times in my life, because these experiences have helped to mould me into the writer I am, and the writer that I will become.
gunmetal nights
mule deer
resting in a thicket
by the slough
all over this world
the sound of guns
shots fired
another child dies
for a debt
her chalk outline
macabre street art
bullets of crows
on gunmetal nights
a deeper shade
of anguish echoes
in her bones
This set is especially meaningful to me, as I have a complicated relationship with guns. When I was a child, my father hunted to provide food for our family, so they seemed like a necessary evil, if you will. Over the years, two of my cousins have been murdered by these weapons, and with escalating gun violence throughout the world, I find myself becoming increasingly fearful for our global community.
Other work included in this issue:
webs billow
across the pathway . . .
we blunder
into magic, ensnared
by everyday miracles
hares boxing
in the flush of dawn . . .
it seems
impossible to defeat
an opponent I can't see
note: During spring mating season, hares can be seen striking other hares, giving rise to the phrase, "Mad as a March hare."
we step
into the warm barn
greeted
by a horse playing
piano with his nose
note: This is a true story! Percherons at a nearby barn are kept stimulated by various artistic diversions, such as painting and playing piano, during bitter winter weather when they are confined to their stalls.
I was honoured to be chosen for this feature by the editor, Marilyn Hazelton.
In response to her question regarding my musical background as it informs Three-Part Harmony:
I have been playing guitar, singing, and writing songs since the age of 12. My eldest sister was the main musical mentor in my life. I received my first guitar from her as a Christmas gift, and we often played music and sang together. She taught my sisters and me to sing harmony, hence the title and dedication of this book. Though she passed away when she was 28, every time I play my guitar, I think of her.
In response to her question regarding how I compiled the book:
It took about a year to finalize the manuscript. I began my eliminating poems that had appeared in my first book, Warp and Weft: Tanka Threads. I sorted the remaining published work into themed groups, and whittled the field down to approximately 300 tanka. This is like working on a huge jigsaw puzzle. I inserted each tanka into a set until they resonated with each other, thereby breathing new life into old poems.
In response to her question regarding my reflections on three tanka sets she chose at random:
murmuration
curls of clouds
become passerines
each autumn
the low-angled light
invites me to follow
snow geese
scribe an ancient mystery
across the moon
their soft murmurs
catching winter's breath
a starling
m u m u r a t i o n
sifting the sky
she recalls the moment
her life changed shape
I have been an avid birder for 40 years. Birds inspire me on a daily basis, and they feature in many of my tanka. In murmuration, I tried to encompass the way birds make me feel, how they capture my imagination, and stir my emotion. Here, we have clouds shape-shifting into passerines, snow geese becoming scribes, and starlings changing the very shape of sky.
bread and tempers
that phone call
all those years ago
I still see
a serpent writhing
between her fingers
the argument
escalates all night
inside me
these paper-thin walls
only meant for wasps
we lived
above a bake shop
that summer
of bread and tempers
rising through the night
I find it cathartic and healing to share my joys and sorrows via the written word. I do not shy away from writing about the dark times in my life, because these experiences have helped to mould me into the writer I am, and the writer that I will become.
gunmetal nights
mule deer
resting in a thicket
by the slough
all over this world
the sound of guns
shots fired
another child dies
for a debt
her chalk outline
macabre street art
bullets of crows
on gunmetal nights
a deeper shade
of anguish echoes
in her bones
This set is especially meaningful to me, as I have a complicated relationship with guns. When I was a child, my father hunted to provide food for our family, so they seemed like a necessary evil, if you will. Over the years, two of my cousins have been murdered by these weapons, and with escalating gun violence throughout the world, I find myself becoming increasingly fearful for our global community.
Other work included in this issue:
webs billow
across the pathway . . .
we blunder
into magic, ensnared
by everyday miracles
hares boxing
in the flush of dawn . . .
it seems
impossible to defeat
an opponent I can't see
note: During spring mating season, hares can be seen striking other hares, giving rise to the phrase, "Mad as a March hare."
we step
into the warm barn
greeted
by a horse playing
piano with his nose
note: This is a true story! Percherons at a nearby barn are kept stimulated by various artistic diversions, such as painting and playing piano, during bitter winter weather when they are confined to their stalls.
Turtle Light Press, Haiku Chapbook Contest 2019
Thrilled to receive Third Honorable Mention for my haiku chapbook, Songs Where We Least Expect Them!
I'm grateful to the judge, Susan Antolin, for her lovely comments:
"Rich with specific and evocative nature images, this collection showcases the varied landscape and wildlife of a northern region in a vibrant and engaging series of haiku.
mallard flock the iridescent sound of morning
These haiku engage all of the senses and incorporate a wide range of seasonal references. The individual haiku are well crafted and often suggestive of a greater emotional back story.
weathered oars
we fold our worries
into the river
Occasionally, the haiku in this collection also cause us to contemplate our place in the cosmos.
solar flares
a spill of buttercups
in the meadow
In all of these haiku humans are, if not actually present, never far away.
in cupped hands
the harvest moon rests
for a moment
On the whole, an appealing and beautifully crafted collection."
I'm grateful to the judge, Susan Antolin, for her lovely comments:
"Rich with specific and evocative nature images, this collection showcases the varied landscape and wildlife of a northern region in a vibrant and engaging series of haiku.
mallard flock the iridescent sound of morning
These haiku engage all of the senses and incorporate a wide range of seasonal references. The individual haiku are well crafted and often suggestive of a greater emotional back story.
weathered oars
we fold our worries
into the river
Occasionally, the haiku in this collection also cause us to contemplate our place in the cosmos.
solar flares
a spill of buttercups
in the meadow
In all of these haiku humans are, if not actually present, never far away.
in cupped hands
the harvest moon rests
for a moment
On the whole, an appealing and beautifully crafted collection."
Ribbons, Volume 15, Number 2, Spring/Summer 2019
Honoured to be the featured poet in this issue. My thanks to David Rice!
POET AND TANKA
Sharing My Light
As a child, I used to curl up on the couch in our farmhouse while listening to my father recite poetry. This was my introduction to the power of words, and I remain under their spell to this day.
snow whirls
outside the henhouse . . .
father cups
my hands around
a warm brown egg
3rd Place, 2018 Fleeting Words Tanka Contest
I wrote my first poem at nine, and began writing songs at twelve. My older sister was my mentor and singing partner, always encouraging me to "share my light." When she passed away at 28, I was lost.
a smudge
of blackbirds swirling
into evening . . .
how fluid the shape
of this sorrow
2nd Place, 2018 Fleeting Words Tanka Contest
Years later, I took my sister's advice and submitted work to an'ya at kernelsonline (Cattails). My haiku chapbook, A Year Unfolding (Folded Word 2017) is a direct result of that first acceptance. I am grateful to an'ya for helping me take a leap of faith into short-form poetry. It changed my life!
each moment
here on earth is numbered . . .
so why not
fly too close to the moon,
and hang our hats on stars?
1st Place, 2016 Mandy's Pages Annual Tanka Contest
Shortly afterward, I discovered tanka on Twitter via M. Kei. I am indebted to him for publishing my first book, Warp and Weft: Tanka Threads in 2015, and its sequel, Three-Part Harmony: Tanka Verses in 2018. Both books are comprised of tanka that appeared individually in a variety of publications over the years. I selected tanka that resonated with each other, combining them into triptychs in an effort to expand their scope. This technique allowed me to breathe new life into old poems. I do not think of these "verses or threads" as sequences, because they were not written as such. The titles are drawn from the last tanka in each set and serve to bring the poems full circle.
this fleeting moment
how still
this numinous dawn
we kneel,
watching a muskrat's breath
bubbling under thin ice
light spills
through a fallstreak hole
onto water . . .
if nothing else,
this will be enough
wishing seeds
cartwheel through warm air
how quiet
this fleeting moment
this belief in miracles
1st verse: The Bamboo Hut, Spring 2015
2nd verse: HM, 2017 Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest
3rd verse: 2nd HM, 2015 Fleeting Words Tanka Contest
Musicality in tanka is vital to me, as I often sing the poems while strumming my guitar. Vocabulary also plays an integral role in my work.
the growth rings
of otoliths and trees . . .
when did she
become smaller
than her daughters
2nd Place, 2017 Fleeting Words Tanka Contest
Composing tanka is my primary writing focus. This daily meditation quiets my mind and helps to distract me from chronic pain.
the architecture
of impending storms . . .
every cloud
that hangs over me
has a given name
HM, 2017 Fleeting Words Tanka Contest
I have made my home beside the ocean, on the prairies, and at the feet of mountains. Poetry of place features in much of my tanka.
the ocean
was in a rage last night
but today,
these peace offerings
of blue mussels and kelp
1st Place, 2018 Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest
Many of my tanka and photographs depict flora, fauna, and phenomena encountered while camping, birding, and hiking in the wilds.
dried curls
of gray reindeer moss
crunch softly
underneath our boots . . .
no other sound, but breath
1st Place (tie), 2016 San Francisco International Competition
Human experience is also a frequent subject in my tanka.
tracks of birds
meander through snow . . .
the surgeon
marks her left breast
with a cross
1st Place, 2016 British Haiku Society Tanka Awards
The short-form community inspires me. Reading the work of others and heeding editorial advice pushes me to hone my skills. I offer my thanks to the following gifted tanka poets who provided blurbs for my books:
without . . .
each evening seems even
longer
than it takes the river
to smooth a thousand stones
an'ya: Winner, 2018 British Haiku Society Tanka Awards
sometimes,
when no one is around,
my heart changes
into a heron
and flies
M. Kei: HM, 2007 Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest
it's not so much
the 'big one' when it comes
but aftershocks . . .
our favorite song,
letters addressed to you
letters addressed to you
David Terelinck: Winner, 2018 British Haiku Society Tanka Awards
through rain
through a year
of threadbare melodies
the early dark
of stolen mulberries
ai li: The Tanka Anthology, 2003 (editor Michael McClintock et al)
if you were reborn
a fly and I, a spider
with skeins of rainbow
I would weave
a web for our dreams
Sonam Chhoki: Fire Pearls, Volume 2, 2013 (editor M. Kei)
a tree trunk
lost in the shadow
of its branches . . .
another yes
when I meant to say no
Ken Slaughter: 1st Place, 2015 Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest
in an old picture
my mother's hand so firm
on my shoulder
as if gravity alone
could not hold me down
Angela Leuck: Take Five, Volume 4, 2011 (editor-in-chief M. Kei)
Holding a letter
with words no longer true;
day-lilies open
and wither
in the same vase.
Alexis Rotella: The Tanka Anthology, 2003 (editor Michael McClintock et al)
The cuckoo clock strikes
I smile at the soft dawn light
Until my eyes rest
On your bare dressing table,
On all the empty hangers
Denis Garrison: Fire Pearls, 2006 (editor M. Kei)
This tanka journey has been an amazing adventure, and it has brought me closer to awareness of the universe and myself.
on this night
of our awareness,
the aurora
brushes an ensō
across lake and sky
HM, 2018 Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest
Wales Haiku Journal, Summer 2019
alpine hut
our lantern sparkles
with moth dust
trail ride
my bootlaces bristle
with burrs
our lantern sparkles
with moth dust
trail ride
my bootlaces bristle
with burrs
Haiga Gallery:
The Cherita, Book 26, May 2019
Issue: "morning light"
my cheek
rests against
your heart
I listen
to the warm blood
of you
you are
as inscrutable
as snow
I have
never known
how to love you
ship-to-shore
your saltwater voice
anchors me
when I founder
on the rocks
of this sorrow
the birds
have not returned
and yet . . .
these white
unfurling wings
of snowdrops
cornflower sky
I let go
of the birds
inside
my ribcage
and sing
my cheek
rests against
your heart
I listen
to the warm blood
of you
you are
as inscrutable
as snow
I have
never known
how to love you
ship-to-shore
your saltwater voice
anchors me
when I founder
on the rocks
of this sorrow
the birds
have not returned
and yet . . .
these white
unfurling wings
of snowdrops
cornflower sky
I let go
of the birds
inside
my ribcage
and sing
Naviar Records - Haiku Music Challenge 289, 2019
Featured Haiku July 17, 2019:
Please enjoy the music created in response to my haiku:
bioluminescence
I skip a pebble across
the universe
1st Place
2019 OtherWordly Intergalactic Haiku Competition
Please enjoy the music created in response to my haiku:
bioluminescence
I skip a pebble across
the universe
1st Place
2019 OtherWordly Intergalactic Haiku Competition
Presence, Number 64, July 2019
heat mirage
the balked landing
of a waterhen
souvenirs . . .
the memories I thought
she'd forgotten
scented drifts
of cottonwood fluff
line every street . . .
he might not make it
through the winter
I was delighted to discover that the following haiku was shortlisted for the Best-of-Issue Award in Presence 63:
star-nosed mole
we search for light
in dark places
the balked landing
of a waterhen
souvenirs . . .
the memories I thought
she'd forgotten
scented drifts
of cottonwood fluff
line every street . . .
he might not make it
through the winter
I was delighted to discover that the following haiku was shortlisted for the Best-of-Issue Award in Presence 63:
star-nosed mole
we search for light
in dark places
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