I am beyond honoured to have had the following work chosen by the celebrated and well-loved poet, an'ya, for her "wish I had written these" Tanka Page:
the ocean
was in a rage last night
but today,
these peace offerings
of blue mussels and kelp
1st Place, 2018 TSA Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest
on this night
of our awareness,
the aurora
brushes an ensō
across lake and sky
HM, 2018 TSA Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest
mute swans
under a moon bridge
the things
I should have confessed
make no difference now
1st Place, 2016 Fleeting Words Tanka Contest
gulls nesting
on the cottage roof
fallen feathers
sprouting from my boots
today, my feet have wings
HM, 2015 Undertow Tanka Review Tanka Contest
we hold hands
as we fall into sleep,
shared dreams
at the confluence
of our fingertips
Atlas Poetica Special Feature: Dream Alchemy, September 2018
your fingers
played a symphony
in my hair
when I was a cello
and you were the bow
Tanka Editor's Choice, Cattails, January 2015
the dry ache
of a long goodbye
how do we
reach the other side
with the bridge washed out
Tanka Editor's Choice, Cattails, January 2016
the graffiti
of firefly stars at dusk
we follow
until our eyes adjust
to the narrative of night
Earth: Our Common Ground - A Song of Short Songs Anthology, April 2017
a lullaby
of snow fluttering
against the tent
unzipping our cocoons
we emerge into winter
GUSTS 20, Fall/Winter 2014
ice-skating
through a winter garden
of frost flowers . . .
there is a certain grace
in learning how to fall
Mariposa 39, Autumn/Winter 2018
Friday, December 28, 2018
The Haiku Foundation, Haiku Windows, December 2018
A Sense of Place: City Sidewalk - Touch (selected by Kathy Munro December 26, 2018)
icy sidewalk
I still reach for the hand
that isn't there
icy sidewalk
I still reach for the hand
that isn't there
The Cherita, Book 19, October 2018
Issue: "the stories"
life unfurls
like prayer flags
in the wind
my edges
might be frayed,
but I still know how to fly
life unfurls
like prayer flags
in the wind
my edges
might be frayed,
but I still know how to fly
Moonbathing, Issue 19, Fall/Winter 2018
all night long
blue geese mutter
on the lake . . .
if only I knew
how to say goodbye
a halo around
the long night moon . . .
I find
another strand
of mother's light
Winner
10th Annual Moonbathing Tanka Contest
blue geese mutter
on the lake . . .
if only I knew
how to say goodbye
a halo around
the long night moon . . .
I find
another strand
of mother's light
Winner
10th Annual Moonbathing Tanka Contest
#FemkuMag: An E-zine of Women's Haiku - Issue 7, December 2018
the stalker go(ogling) every woman he meets
bloodroot
we
were
taught
to
be
ashamed
of
our
womanhood
bloodroot
we
were
taught
to
be
ashamed
of
our
womanhood
Daily Haiga: An Edited Journal of Traditional and Contemporary Haiga, December 2018
Featured Artist: December 25, 2018
Note: monostich first published by Otata 27, March 2018
Note: monostich first published by Otata 27, March 2018
Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, 2:1, Autumn/Winter 2018-2019
caribou migration
a river that wasn't here
yesterday
a river that wasn't here
yesterday
Australian Haiku Society, 2018
Honoured to say that these haiku were included in the PDF booklet featuring selected poems from the prompt!
solstice comet
I catch the tail end
of a dream
permafrost
a polar bear's paws
sink deeper
snow mist
it's been a year since
you've been gone
Sunday, December 16, 2018
The Bamboo Hut: Hands Across the Water - A Journal of Collaborative Poetry, December 2018
a poetry of place collaborative rengay
by Michael Dylan Welch (in normal type) and Debbie Strange (in italics)
Winnipeg Wind
Portage and Main—
the wind whipping snow
after my missed bus
Assiniboine Forest at dusk
a deer flicks its tail
in the ruin
of St. Boniface Cathedral
a crushed snail
another heatwave—
Leo Mol nudes recline
in the garden
the Golden Boy
still pointing north
at Fort Whyte
the snowshoe tracks
of humans and hares
This rengay also appears on Michael's site at:
New Zealand Poetry Society International Poetry Competition 2018
The Unnecessary Invention of Punctuation - NZPS Poetry Anthology 2018
drought
the kestrel catches
a piece of sky
Highly Commended
New Zealand Poetry Society International Poetry Competition 2018
percheron
sixteen hands full
of stars
Commended
New Zealand Poetry Society International Poetry Competition 2018
Note: the above two haiku were included in the Wellington Japanese Festival promotion
The following haiku were also selected for the anthology:
prairie wind
our old barn lets in
a little more light
rusted rails
a meadowlark with the sun
in its throat
desert chill
mustangs chase the sun
into a canyon
drought
the kestrel catches
a piece of sky
Highly Commended
New Zealand Poetry Society International Poetry Competition 2018
percheron
sixteen hands full
of stars
Commended
New Zealand Poetry Society International Poetry Competition 2018
Note: the above two haiku were included in the Wellington Japanese Festival promotion
The following haiku were also selected for the anthology:
prairie wind
our old barn lets in
a little more light
rusted rails
a meadowlark with the sun
in its throat
desert chill
mustangs chase the sun
into a canyon
Irish Haiku Society, International Haiku Competition 2018
dead orchard
the random blue sparks
of woolly aphids
3rd Prize
11th IHS, International Haiku Competition 2018
Note:
over 300 entries judged blindly by Anatoly Kudryavitsky
the random blue sparks
of woolly aphids
3rd Prize
11th IHS, International Haiku Competition 2018
Note:
over 300 entries judged blindly by Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Yuki Teikei Haiku Society Tokutomi Haiku Contest, 2018
we lie on our backs
the Milky Way arcs beyond
our understanding
Honourable Mention
Tokutomi Haiku Contest 2018
Under the Basho, 2018
Personal Best
transience . . .
petal by petal
we let go
Winning Haiku, Canada - 2017 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Haiku Invitational
Modern Haiku
soft rain
the lily and I with stars
in our throats
homeless
wet leaves seal the holes
in his boots
out-breath . . .
a sheet of glass falls
from my paddle
rush hour
the quiet helicopters
of maple seeds
rolling thunder
kiss-curls at the base
of your neck
office windows
the mountains will wait
for me
the blue eyes
of African daisies
how I miss you
pond ice
the things we lost
last summer
Hokku
early thaw
the morning chimes
of waxwings
hoodoo spires . . .
a buck's antlers tinged
with sunset
shell fragments
the chirps of otters
in the dark
transience . . .
petal by petal
we let go
Winning Haiku, Canada - 2017 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Haiku Invitational
Modern Haiku
soft rain
the lily and I with stars
in our throats
homeless
wet leaves seal the holes
in his boots
out-breath . . .
a sheet of glass falls
from my paddle
rush hour
the quiet helicopters
of maple seeds
rolling thunder
kiss-curls at the base
of your neck
office windows
the mountains will wait
for me
the blue eyes
of African daisies
how I miss you
pond ice
the things we lost
last summer
Hokku
early thaw
the morning chimes
of waxwings
hoodoo spires . . .
a buck's antlers tinged
with sunset
shell fragments
the chirps of otters
in the dark
The Haiku Foundation, Haiku Windows, November 2018
A Sense of Place: Hiking Trail - Touch (selected by Kathy Munro November 21, 2018)
walking sticks
the earth's pulse
in my hands
walking sticks
the earth's pulse
in my hands
The Cherita, Book 18, September 2018
Issue: "taste of rain"
never mind
the wind has
a wild temper, too
but after every storm
it remembers
how to sing a lullaby
spiders know how
to make something
out of nothing
I long to find
the will to reinvent
myself
never mind
the wind has
a wild temper, too
but after every storm
it remembers
how to sing a lullaby
spiders know how
to make something
out of nothing
I long to find
the will to reinvent
myself
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