CT scan
will i emerge
a butterfly
Sunday, February 05, 2017
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Haiku Poets of Northern California, 2016 San Francisco International Competition
The 2016 San Francisco International Competition for Haiku, Senryu and Tanka
dried curls
of gray reindeer moss
crunch softly
underneath our boots . . .
no other sound, but breath
First Place (tie)
Comments by Marilyn Shoemaker Hazelton, Tanka Judge:
...Next, we stand at the delicate edge of winter where air is crisper, and "reindeer moss" whispers beneath our feet. The color of this tundra is muted. Perhaps the light is also. In response to small, mysterious sounds framed by quiet, the breaths of those within the poem startle and deepen. And we have an opportunity to appreciate what we usually take for granted...
dried curls
of gray reindeer moss
crunch softly
underneath our boots . . .
no other sound, but breath
First Place (tie)
Comments by Marilyn Shoemaker Hazelton, Tanka Judge:
...Next, we stand at the delicate edge of winter where air is crisper, and "reindeer moss" whispers beneath our feet. The color of this tundra is muted. Perhaps the light is also. In response to small, mysterious sounds framed by quiet, the breaths of those within the poem startle and deepen. And we have an opportunity to appreciate what we usually take for granted...
Creatrix Poetry and Haiku Journal, 2016
Nomination for the Haiku Foundation Touchstone Individual Award 2016:
fly fishing
a rainbow arcs across
evening
Creatrix Number 33, June 2016
fly fishing
a rainbow arcs across
evening
Creatrix Number 33, June 2016
Australian Haiku Society, 2016
Honoured to say that this haiku was included in the PDF booklet featuring poems selected from the prompt!
a broken shell
her words return
in waves
Cattails, September 2016
Jane Reichhold tribute (1937-2016)
The Falling Star - Haiku Anthology, Wild Plum 2016
skipping stones
the expanding ripples
of our universe
first appeared in Wild Plum, Issue 2:1, Spring & Summer 2016
the expanding ripples
of our universe
first appeared in Wild Plum, Issue 2:1, Spring & Summer 2016
NeverEnding Story, January 2017
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu
blue sea glass
a man of war decays
in the sun
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Contest
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
The juxtaposition of blue sea glass ("physically and chemically weathered" glass found on beaches along bodies of salt water) and a man of war "decay[ing]" makes the contrasts visually and emotionally poignant, sparking the reader's reflection on the meaning of (human) life (in a time of turmoil or chaos).
blue sea glass
a man of war decays
in the sun
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Contest
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
The juxtaposition of blue sea glass ("physically and chemically weathered" glass found on beaches along bodies of salt water) and a man of war "decay[ing]" makes the contrasts visually and emotionally poignant, sparking the reader's reflection on the meaning of (human) life (in a time of turmoil or chaos).
Moonbathing, Issue 15, Fall/Winter 2016
all night long
the wind's elegy
for autumn . . .
in a musty trunk,
unworn baby clothes
the wind's elegy
for autumn . . .
in a musty trunk,
unworn baby clothes
Ink Sweat and Tears - The Poetry and Prose Webzine - December 2016
The Twelve Days of Christmas Feature
Eighth Day (December 29, 2016):
Living Above Ground
not allowed
to have bird feeders
or flowers
on the balcony
I am withering
cars racing
down the main drag
on humid nights
squealing tires anathema
to my wintering heart
unfinished
a skyscraper cages
the harvest moon
freedom comes sooner
for some than for others
beneath
my third floor window
six deer
with snow on their backs
the warm blood of stones
Hedgerow Poems, Number 102, January 2017
Resident Artist
These images were featured in my abstract exhibition, "The Poetry of Light". They explore the subtle and flamboyant nuances of light, reflection and refraction. Though the subjects of these photographs are ordinary objects, such as fabric, jewellery and glass, they are transformed into extraordinary dreamscapes by employing the techniques of illusion and diffusion. None of the work has been digitally manipulated in any way.
These images were featured in my abstract exhibition, "The Poetry of Light". They explore the subtle and flamboyant nuances of light, reflection and refraction. Though the subjects of these photographs are ordinary objects, such as fabric, jewellery and glass, they are transformed into extraordinary dreamscapes by employing the techniques of illusion and diffusion. None of the work has been digitally manipulated in any way.
astral waterfall
evanescent gloaming
helix
lambent heavens
opalescent
veil of grace
Daily Haiku, Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, January 2017
fog weaving
between fence posts
a coyote's song
Honourable Mention
Griffin-Farlow Haiku Award 2015
Pinesong, Volume 52, Awards 2016
between fence posts
a coyote's song
Honourable Mention
Griffin-Farlow Haiku Award 2015
Pinesong, Volume 52, Awards 2016
Bottle Rockets. Vol. 18, Number 2 (or #36), January 2017
hollyhocks
our parents grow smaller
every year
our parents grow smaller
every year
Friday, December 23, 2016
United Haiku and Tanka Society, Fleeting Words Tanka Competition, 2016
mute swans
under a moon bridge
the things
I should have confessed
make no difference now
1st Place
Judge an'ya's comments:
Selected for the first place in this competition, is this tanka by a well known author from Canada, Debbie Strange. Smoothly composed, the words "mute swans" in line 1 and "under a moon bridge" in line 2 starts it off beautifully. Debbie creates a distinct pause before she goes into lines 3 and 4 which juxtapose with a human relationship. This tanka then finally spills over to line 5, in a flowing crescendo and the moment of closure. Simple images, and straightforward words make this tanka work for anyone and everyone who reads it.
under a moon bridge
the things
I should have confessed
make no difference now
1st Place
Judge an'ya's comments:
Selected for the first place in this competition, is this tanka by a well known author from Canada, Debbie Strange. Smoothly composed, the words "mute swans" in line 1 and "under a moon bridge" in line 2 starts it off beautifully. Debbie creates a distinct pause before she goes into lines 3 and 4 which juxtapose with a human relationship. This tanka then finally spills over to line 5, in a flowing crescendo and the moment of closure. Simple images, and straightforward words make this tanka work for anyone and everyone who reads it.
Cattails, September 2016
1st Place
2016 Fleeting Words Tanka Competition
mute swans
under a moon bridge
the things
I should have confessed
make no difference now
Comments from the Judge:
Selected for the first place in this competition, is this tanka by a well known author from Canada, Debbie Strange. Smoothly composed, the words "mute swans" in line 1 and "under a moon bridge" in line 2 starts it off beautifully. Debbie creates a distinct pause before she goes into lines 2 and 3 which juxtapose with a human relationship. This tanka then finally spills over to line 5, in a flowing crescendo and the moment of closure. Simple images, and straightforward words make this tanka work for anyone and everyone who reads it.
failing light
my life lines cradle
her laugh lines
one-eyed crow
a glimpse of starshine
between clouds
wind gusts
a rotten burl full
of wild plums
these stones
skim across water
letting go
of every burden,
I float into light
in my garden
a gatekeeper butterfly
basks in the sun
I cover my pale body
only coming out at night
the songs
my father sang to me
in a tongue
I could not understand
still, they carry me home
2016 Fleeting Words Tanka Competition
mute swans
under a moon bridge
the things
I should have confessed
make no difference now
Comments from the Judge:
Selected for the first place in this competition, is this tanka by a well known author from Canada, Debbie Strange. Smoothly composed, the words "mute swans" in line 1 and "under a moon bridge" in line 2 starts it off beautifully. Debbie creates a distinct pause before she goes into lines 2 and 3 which juxtapose with a human relationship. This tanka then finally spills over to line 5, in a flowing crescendo and the moment of closure. Simple images, and straightforward words make this tanka work for anyone and everyone who reads it.
—UHTS Contest Judge: an'ya cattails principal editor
Jane Reichhold Memorial Tribute (1937-2016)
a broken shell
her words return
in waves
*****
failing light
my life lines cradle
her laugh lines
one-eyed crow
a glimpse of starshine
between clouds
wind gusts
a rotten burl full
of wild plums
these stones
skim across water
letting go
of every burden,
I float into light
in my garden
a gatekeeper butterfly
basks in the sun
I cover my pale body
only coming out at night
the songs
my father sang to me
in a tongue
I could not understand
still, they carry me home
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