antelope
the humming of wind
in barbed wire
Honourable Mention
Lyrical Passion Poetry World Haiku Competition, 2015
the stillness
of a dragonfly's wings
first frost
Judge's Choice
Craigleigh Press Haiku Poetry Contest, 2016
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Daily Haiku, Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, June 2017
gone too soon
sakura blossoms
my old friends
Sakura Award, Canada
Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival
Haiku Invitational, 2015
sakura blossoms
my old friends
Sakura Award, Canada
Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival
Haiku Invitational, 2015
Bottle Rockets, Vol. 19, Number 1 (or #37), August 2017
wind turbines . . .
the sunset spins clouds
into gold
the sunset spins clouds
into gold
Black Moss Press - Erotic Haiku: Of Skin On Skin, 2017
icicle
the melted taste
of you
The Bamboo Hut Press, 2014
button moon
we undress each other
in the dark
World Haiku Review, 2016
puzzle pieces
missing the way
we fit together
Prune Juice, 2015
sparks fly
under the trestle
graffiti hearts
Failed Haiku, 2016
crescent moon
a scar on the curve
of your belly
World Haiku Review, 2016
the melted taste
of you
The Bamboo Hut Press, 2014
button moon
we undress each other
in the dark
World Haiku Review, 2016
puzzle pieces
missing the way
we fit together
Prune Juice, 2015
sparks fly
under the trestle
graffiti hearts
Failed Haiku, 2016
crescent moon
a scar on the curve
of your belly
World Haiku Review, 2016
Australian Haiku Society, 2017
Honoured to say that these haiku were included in the PDF booklet featuring selected poems from the prompt!
frost flowers
bloom on the lake . . .
no word from you
Mayfly 62, Winter 2017
frozen sheets . . .
we unpin the shape
of winter
Frogpond 37.3, Autumn 2014
snowbound
every garden pot
a ptarmigan
Kokako 25, September 2016
Atlas Poetica, Number 28, June 2017
Ryuka Sequence:
Calamus
butterfly sang
the high descant to his tenor . . .
after he clipped her wings,
only sorrow on her tongue
last night I dreamed
you were perched upon my shoulder . . .
today, this feather
as dark as your eyes
Calamus
butterfly sang
the high descant to his tenor . . .
after he clipped her wings,
only sorrow on her tongue
last night I dreamed
you were perched upon my shoulder . . .
today, this feather
as dark as your eyes
Akitsu Quarterly, Summer 2017
she forgets my name a feather on the wind
jacaranda
the fading streaks
of twilight
jacaranda
the fading streaks
of twilight
Saturday, June 03, 2017
ukiaHaiku Festival - The Fifteenth Annual, 2017
atlas moth
the places we thought
we'd go
Honourable Mention
Jane Reichhold International Prize
Judge's Comments:
"...The fourth poem brings to mind Dr. Seuss's inspirational book Oh, the Places You'll Go, an overtone that heightens the melancholy regret of not being able to visit hoped-for destinations, perhaps due to old age or sickness—and it's the atlas moth, of all things, that suggests this loss..."
the places we thought
we'd go
Honourable Mention
Jane Reichhold International Prize
Judge's Comments:
"...The fourth poem brings to mind Dr. Seuss's inspirational book Oh, the Places You'll Go, an overtone that heightens the melancholy regret of not being able to visit hoped-for destinations, perhaps due to old age or sickness—and it's the atlas moth, of all things, that suggests this loss..."
—Michael Dylan Welch, 14 April 2017, Sammamish, Washington
(Note: there were 1,840 entries to the contest)
The Heron's Nest, Volume 18, 2016
bobolinks
perched on thistle heads
the rain-streaked sky
cloudless sky
a pelican's pouch
full of light
Editors' Choices
perched on thistle heads
the rain-streaked sky
cloudless sky
a pelican's pouch
full of light
Editors' Choices
The Bamboo Hut, Spring 2017
arts and crafts
glitter sparkles throughout
the galaxies
the songs
of an eldritch choir
lure me
to the precipice
but I do not look down
Night Terrors
we don't go
downtown anymore
it's not safe
for women and girls
of any age, every colour
shots fired
another child dies
for a debt
her chalk outline
macabre street art
glitter sparkles throughout
the galaxies
the songs
of an eldritch choir
lure me
to the precipice
but I do not look down
Night Terrors
we don't go
downtown anymore
it's not safe
for women and girls
of any age, every colour
shots fired
another child dies
for a debt
her chalk outline
macabre street art
Eucalypt E-news, May 2017
Wild Ones Challenge
*Note: the tanka and photo were published individually
Creatrix Poetry and Haiku Journal, Number 37, June 2017
cottontails
in the veggie patch
no hint of green
city traffic
the raucous calls
of wood frogs
in the veggie patch
no hint of green
city traffic
the raucous calls
of wood frogs
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