wolf moon light falls across your still face
social
constructs
evergreens
bowed
down
with
snow
Dad's books . . .
the thumbprints of who
he used to be
Monday, May 13, 2019
Daily Haiku, Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog, April 2019
rapid transit
the coming and going
of magnolias
Judges' Favorites
Golden Triangle Haiku Contest, 2018
rusted bucket
cherry blossoms patch
every hole
2nd Place
Second International Ohanami Haiku Contest, 2016
wild iris
a familiar song
in its throat
Runner-up, Readers' Choice Awards, 2018
Shamrock Haiku Journal
the coming and going
of magnolias
Judges' Favorites
Golden Triangle Haiku Contest, 2018
rusted bucket
cherry blossoms patch
every hole
2nd Place
Second International Ohanami Haiku Contest, 2016
wild iris
a familiar song
in its throat
Runner-up, Readers' Choice Awards, 2018
Shamrock Haiku Journal
Daily Haiga: An Edited Journal of Traditional and Contemporary Haiga, April 2019
Featured Artist: April 20, 2019
Note: tanka first published by Mariposa 38, Spring/Summer 2018
Friday, April 05, 2019
The Heron's Nest, Vol. 21, Number 1, March 2019
heirloom hollyhocks
I still see father kneeling
in a patch of light
I still see father kneeling
in a patch of light
The Haiku Foundation, March 2019
Haiku Music Challenge Number 7 - March 4, 2019
The Haiku Foundation chose three of their favourite compositions from the Naviar Records Haiku Music Challenge for the following poem:
transience . . .
petal by petal
we let go
Best Haiku, Canada
2017 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival Haiku Invitational
The Haiku Foundation chose three of their favourite compositions from the Naviar Records Haiku Music Challenge for the following poem:
transience . . .
petal by petal
we let go
Best Haiku, Canada
2017 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival Haiku Invitational
The Cicada's Cry: A Micro-Zine of Haiku Poetry, Winter 2018
silent night
the first tick of snow
against our tent
the first tick of snow
against our tent
The Cherita, Book 22, January 2019
Issue: "whisper me free"
snow-lit grove
with chickadees perched
on our palms
you kiss me
softly on my forehead
like a blessing
equinox
otters chirp
to each other in passing
even the smallest
moments of grace
sustain me
deserted beach
a tangled fort
of burnished driftwood
empty now,
except for shadows
and possibilities
I cast the runes
in search of something
indefinable
they tell me
I must learn to make
my own magic
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
snow-lit grove
with chickadees perched
on our palms
you kiss me
softly on my forehead
like a blessing
equinox
otters chirp
to each other in passing
even the smallest
moments of grace
sustain me
deserted beach
a tangled fort
of burnished driftwood
empty now,
except for shadows
and possibilities
I cast the runes
in search of something
indefinable
they tell me
I must learn to make
my own magic
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
The Cherita, Book 20, November 2018
Issue: "snow ghosts" (honoured to have this title taken from my cherita)
snow ghosts
shape-shifting
across the tundra
we reveal ourselves
to each other
a little at a time
snow ghosts
shape-shifting
across the tundra
we reveal ourselves
to each other
a little at a time
The Bamboo Hut, Spring 2019
fog settles eventually all things become nothing
morning chill
two ladybirds trimmed
with pearls
the blue hour . . .
you slipped away
without a sound
a lodestar
glistens above
our bow
we follow the light
into breaking dawn
grief rides my back
like a cowboy
on a rank horse
spurs dug deep
into the flanks
of memory
morning chill
two ladybirds trimmed
with pearls
the blue hour . . .
you slipped away
without a sound
a lodestar
glistens above
our bow
we follow the light
into breaking dawn
grief rides my back
like a cowboy
on a rank horse
spurs dug deep
into the flanks
of memory
Seashores - An International Journal to Share the Spirit of Haiku, Vol. 2, April 2019
bioluminescence
I skip a pebble across
the universe
I skip a pebble across
the universe
Ribbons, Volume 15, Number 1, Winter 2019
the winter of my life
ice-bound,
a mosaic of leaves
suspended
between seasons
like frayed memories
I skate backward
through the rag-ends
of childhood,
a warm potato
in each mitten
ice-bound,
a mosaic of leaves
suspended
between seasons
like frayed memories
I skate backward
through the rag-ends
of childhood,
a warm potato
in each mitten
My thanks to Pamela Babusci who mentioned the following poem in her Tanka Journey feature in this issue:
a halo around
the long night moon . . .
I find
another strand
of mother's light
Winner
10th Annual Moonbathing Contest
A Hole in the Light: The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku 2018
a wasp nest
unwinds in the wind . . .
letters from home
Presence, Number 62, November 2018
unwinds in the wind . . .
letters from home
Presence, Number 62, November 2018
Red Lights, Vol. 15, Number 1, January 2019
I bandage
my sister's wounds
with rose petals,
crooning our mantra . . .
all will soon be well
in with the new
shorn fields
scintillate with frost
except
in the shadows
where antelope lie
we wait
for lake-effect snow
on the verge
of knowing something
that hasn't happened yet
winter camping
in the high country
I have been
too long without this
kinship of mountains
a phoenix
of northern lights rises
above the prairie . . .
bird without feathers,
song without sound
fat clusters
of snowflakes drift
toward earth
I wonder where life
will take us next year
my sister's wounds
with rose petals,
crooning our mantra . . .
all will soon be well
in with the new
shorn fields
scintillate with frost
except
in the shadows
where antelope lie
we wait
for lake-effect snow
on the verge
of knowing something
that hasn't happened yet
winter camping
in the high country
I have been
too long without this
kinship of mountains
a phoenix
of northern lights rises
above the prairie . . .
bird without feathers,
song without sound
fat clusters
of snowflakes drift
toward earth
I wonder where life
will take us next year
Presence, Number 63, March 2019
glacial striation the omega wolf's many scars
flash freeze
an otter oozes down
the bank
star-nosed mole
we search for light
in dark places
ripe lemons
from a roadside stand
this afternoon
I will serve my old friend
an ice-cold glass of sun
flash freeze
an otter oozes down
the bank
star-nosed mole
we search for light
in dark places
ripe lemons
from a roadside stand
this afternoon
I will serve my old friend
an ice-cold glass of sun
NeverEnding Story, March 2019
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu:
she is suspended
between here and gone
a cobweb
catching the light
of this moth-winged life
A Hundred Gourds, 4:1, December 2014
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
Evaluated in the thematic context of this existential angst that manifests in Ls 1&2, the visually striking image in Ls 3-5 adds emotional weight and philosophical depth to the tanka.
Life is a frail moth flying caught in the web of the years that pass. (Sara Teasdale)
she is suspended
between here and gone
a cobweb
catching the light
of this moth-winged life
A Hundred Gourds, 4:1, December 2014
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
Evaluated in the thematic context of this existential angst that manifests in Ls 1&2, the visually striking image in Ls 3-5 adds emotional weight and philosophical depth to the tanka.
Life is a frail moth flying caught in the web of the years that pass. (Sara Teasdale)
Naviar Records - Haiku Music Challenge 268, 2019
Featured haiku February 20, 2019:
Please enjoy the music created in response to my haiku:
transience . . .
petal by petal
we let go
Best Haiku, Canada
2017 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival Haiku Invitational
Please enjoy the music created in response to my haiku:
transience . . .
petal by petal
we let go
Best Haiku, Canada
2017 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival Haiku Invitational
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