the pink nose
of a feral rabbit . . .
sakura
Sakura Award, Canada
transience . . .
petal by petal
we let go
Winning Haiku, Canada
Judges: Angelee Deodhar, DeVar Dahl, and Billie Wilson
(more than 1200 entries)
Commentary:
Transience encloses the world without and within each of us. Because we feel more secure when we have a sense of predictability, we develop a great capacity for denying a simple truth: that nothing stays the same. That can be a challenge, but the gentleness of "petal by petal" reminds us that we'll be just fine.
Friday, October 06, 2017
The Cherita, Book 2, July 2017
Issue: "No Sat Nav...No Map...No Regrets"
looking behind
there is no trace
of you
no footfalls
announce your presence,
but when I close my eyes, you come
rest yourself
the time will come
for fightsongs
when jealous gods come courting,
do not be tempted
to lay your body down
in the old dovecote
throaty coos
of pigeons echo
I call out
your name,
for the first and last time
looking behind
there is no trace
of you
no footfalls
announce your presence,
but when I close my eyes, you come
rest yourself
the time will come
for fightsongs
when jealous gods come courting,
do not be tempted
to lay your body down
in the old dovecote
throaty coos
of pigeons echo
I call out
your name,
for the first and last time
The Cherita, Book 1, June 2017
Issue: "Telling a Story:
summersweet
that last memory
of you
among the berries,
with bees singing
in your hair
hello
I thought
you might be lost
take my hand,
we will walk backward
until we become stars
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
summersweet
that last memory
of you
among the berries,
with bees singing
in your hair
hello
I thought
you might be lost
take my hand,
we will walk backward
until we become stars
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
World Haiku Review, August 2017
dewfall
the weight of light
on bent grass
Hon. Mention
Neo-Classical Haiku Category
high humidity
a snail shoots love darts
at its mate
Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
Shintai Haiku Category
family dinner
the upside down world
of nuthatches
Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
Shintai Haiku Category
owl-light
our shadows mingle
then separate
Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
Vanguard Haiku Category
the weight of light
on bent grass
Hon. Mention
Neo-Classical Haiku Category
high humidity
a snail shoots love darts
at its mate
Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
Shintai Haiku Category
family dinner
the upside down world
of nuthatches
Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
Shintai Haiku Category
owl-light
our shadows mingle
then separate
Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
Vanguard Haiku Category
Wild Plum, Issue 3:2, Fall & Winter 2017
family circles . . .
a kingfisher stabs
the fat moon
morning frost
every blade of grass
a candle
a kingfisher stabs
the fat moon
morning frost
every blade of grass
a candle
VerseWrights, 2017
Haiku Sequences (individual poems previously appeared in Brass Bell)
Unfolding
CT scan
will I emerge
a butterfly
folding unfolding the origami of monarch butterflies
Birds
we hover around our mother hummingbirds
sunrise sunflower heads dangling a charm of finches
waxwings again not enough berries for jam
winter bird am I the only one who knows your song
The Cicada's Cry, A Micro-Zine of Haiku Poetry, 2017
The Firefly Special
hints of light
in my darkness
fireflies
hints of light
in my darkness
fireflies
Ribbons, Volume 13, Number 2, Spring/Summer 2017
on the rooftop
a colony of honeybees . . .
the buzz
among the homeless,
another shelter closing down
a colony of honeybees . . .
the buzz
among the homeless,
another shelter closing down
NHK World TV, Japan, August 2017
Haiku Masters Online Gallery
Haiku Master of the Week, Video - August 15th
Haiku Master of the Week, Video - August 15th
Commentary by Kazuko Nishimura:
In the photo, you can see empty shells abandoned on the beach, yet we can imagine children playing on the beach through the use of the phrase "echoing cries of children". Although the photo seems devoid of life, the haiku adds excitement to the work, filling the audience with the image of a lively summer day. We can also feel nature in the photo, as sand-filled shells allude to waves crashing on the beach. The black frame around the work also seems to add a sense of melancholy, as if it is preparing the audience for the end of summer.
Commentary by Kit Pancoast Nagamura
The delicate ear-shapes of shells half buried in sand works perfectly with the content of the haiku, about the fading echoes of summer. The stillness of the sand, leveled by waves inside the shell hollows, suggests the passing of time, and the possibility that the poem's narrator is referring to summers years gone. Without the photo, the haiku would verge on the simplicity of song lyrics, but combined, the elements are more than the sum of their parts. The words in black, and the photo framed in black (which works visually well with the shell shadows), add a somber note to the work, suggesting a funereal sadness.
(note: NHK holds copyright)
NeverEnding Story, August 2017
Translated into Chinese by Chen-ou Liu
rocky ledge
a wolf with the moon
in its mouth
3rd Place
Irish Haiku Society
7th International Haiku Competition, 2015
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
Combined with the zoom-out technique, the unexpected yet visually powerful last line lifts this imagistic haiku up a notch.
rocky ledge
a wolf with the moon
in its mouth
3rd Place
Irish Haiku Society
7th International Haiku Competition, 2015
Chen-ou Liu's comments:
Combined with the zoom-out technique, the unexpected yet visually powerful last line lifts this imagistic haiku up a notch.
Kokako, Number 27, September 2017
caribou migration here then gone midnight sun
fog hangs in the hollow a nest of owlets
tent city . . .
salamanders scurry
in all directions
fog hangs in the hollow a nest of owlets
tent city . . .
salamanders scurry
in all directions
Gusts, Number 26, Fall/Winter 2017
whisperings
among long-eared bats
remind me
of all the secrets
that used to be mine
wormholes
in the acorn necklaces
we made . . .
even on dark days,
small points of light
minnows flash
through silver shoals
at dusk . . .
you teach me how
to be a mermaid
among long-eared bats
remind me
of all the secrets
that used to be mine
wormholes
in the acorn necklaces
we made . . .
even on dark days,
small points of light
minnows flash
through silver shoals
at dusk . . .
you teach me how
to be a mermaid
Frogpond, Vol. 40.2, Spring/Summer 2017
A kind mention of my work in the review of Dust Devils by Randy Brooks:
lilac buds
no one notices
the bruises
Haiku Canada Review, Vol. 10, Number 1, February 2016
lilac buds
no one notices
the bruises
Haiku Canada Review, Vol. 10, Number 1, February 2016
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