Issue: "autumn deepens"
from open hands
the petals and leaves
on which I wrote your name
fall, one by one
behind me . . .
this is the way home
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
Thursday, June 07, 2018
The Cherita, Book 12, March 2018
Issue: "now I listen"
it has been so long
since we last spoke
of anything at all
my questions drift
into the ether, and even clouds
don't know the answers
a new year
we will put the past
behind us
perhaps these
winter birds have come
to save us from ourselves
it has been so long
since we last spoke
of anything at all
my questions drift
into the ether, and even clouds
don't know the answers
a new year
we will put the past
behind us
perhaps these
winter birds have come
to save us from ourselves
Prune Juice, Issue 24, May 2018
Mariposa, Number 38, Spring/Summer 2018
mother poses
with my older sisters
in the field
I am there, too,
but still invisible
wild roses
cascade over the gate
to our past
holding hands, we step
backward into childhood
with my older sisters
in the field
I am there, too,
but still invisible
wild roses
cascade over the gate
to our past
holding hands, we step
backward into childhood
A Far Galaxy, Haiku Canada Members' Anthology 2018
atlas moth
the places we thought
we'd go
Honourable Mention
2017 Jane Reichhold International Prize
the places we thought
we'd go
Honourable Mention
2017 Jane Reichhold International Prize
Gift of Silence: A Haiku Tribute to Leonard Cohen, 2018
glassy lake
flocks of snow geese
pull up the moon
1st Place
2017 Autumn Moon Haiku Contest
flocks of snow geese
pull up the moon
1st Place
2017 Autumn Moon Haiku Contest
Eucalypt, Issue 24, May 2018
rain chains
singing in our garden
calla lilies
open their pink mouths
to cup the hymn of spring
singing in our garden
calla lilies
open their pink mouths
to cup the hymn of spring
Ephemerae, Volume 1A, April 2018
the thin edge
between night and day
wild poppies
travel hostel
we unpack a pair
of ladybirds
Passage
I kneel
upon frost-rimed grass,
a song
nestled in the church
of my cupped hands
we are kin
to birds of passage
wintering
in far-flung places,
never quite at home
between night and day
wild poppies
travel hostel
we unpack a pair
of ladybirds
Passage
I kneel
upon frost-rimed grass,
a song
nestled in the church
of my cupped hands
we are kin
to birds of passage
wintering
in far-flung places,
never quite at home
Daily Haiku, Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, May 2018
rimed fence
the cattle and wind
change direction
Honourable Mention
British Haiku Society Awards, 2017
cormorants . . .
we open our arms
to the sun
Third Place
Jane Reichhold International Prize, 2018
frozen trough
I cup the warm breath
of my horse
First Place
7th Sharpening the Green Pencil Haiku Contest, 2018
the cattle and wind
change direction
Honourable Mention
British Haiku Society Awards, 2017
cormorants . . .
we open our arms
to the sun
Third Place
Jane Reichhold International Prize, 2018
frozen trough
I cup the warm breath
of my horse
First Place
7th Sharpening the Green Pencil Haiku Contest, 2018
Creatrix Poetry and Haiku Journal, Number 41, June 2018
a dry spring
old stones blossom
in the field
old stones blossom
in the field
Butterfly Dream: 66 Selected English-Chinese Bilingual Haiku, Vol. 4, 2018
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu
cloudless sky
a pelican's pouch
full of light
Editors' Choices, The Heron's Nest, 18:2, June 2016
rocky ledge
a wolf with the moon
in its mouth
Third Place, 7th International Irish Haiku Society Haiku Competition, 2015
cloudless sky
a pelican's pouch
full of light
Editors' Choices, The Heron's Nest, 18:2, June 2016
rocky ledge
a wolf with the moon
in its mouth
Third Place, 7th International Irish Haiku Society Haiku Competition, 2015
Atlas Poetica, Number 32, May 2018
Tanka Sequences
shadows call to me
I walk
into the break of day
accompanied
by sparrowsong
and your shadow
slanted light
caresses the ruins
at eventide
shadows call to me,
but I do not answer
the dark side
a portent
of dangerous times
anvil clouds
press the setting sun
under water
rainbow flares
of nacreous clouds
we are
easily seduced
by the dark side of beauty
nothing
farm auction . . .
we have nothing
left to lose
except these thistles
rooted in our hearts
rumours echoed
through the streets
of our town
nothing to do but run
and we are running, still
the surest way
water reeds
trail from the paddles
of a bull moose
it is moments like this
that make me whole
pawprints
of spirit bears lead me
to water
following a river
is the surest way home
Individual Kyoka
ladies who lunch . . .
two white-tailed deer
daintily sample
the fresh salad bar
in my garden cafe
Individual Tanka
you who were
made of brilliance
thank you
for the theory
of everything
(for Stephen Hawking)
shadows call to me
I walk
into the break of day
accompanied
by sparrowsong
and your shadow
slanted light
caresses the ruins
at eventide
shadows call to me,
but I do not answer
the dark side
a portent
of dangerous times
anvil clouds
press the setting sun
under water
rainbow flares
of nacreous clouds
we are
easily seduced
by the dark side of beauty
nothing
farm auction . . .
we have nothing
left to lose
except these thistles
rooted in our hearts
rumours echoed
through the streets
of our town
nothing to do but run
and we are running, still
the surest way
water reeds
trail from the paddles
of a bull moose
it is moments like this
that make me whole
pawprints
of spirit bears lead me
to water
following a river
is the surest way home
Individual Kyoka
ladies who lunch . . .
two white-tailed deer
daintily sample
the fresh salad bar
in my garden cafe
Individual Tanka
you who were
made of brilliance
thank you
for the theory
of everything
(for Stephen Hawking)
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