Honoured to receive the following awards in this tanka contest, which was organized as a fundraiser for the Wildlife and Koala Rescue efforts in New South Wales, Australia. Thank you to Amanda Dcosta and Christine Villa for administering this contest, and to David Terelinck who blind-judged the entries!
a fleet
of trumpeter swans
at anchor
on the smoke-veiled lake
every bird, a beacon
Highly Commended
Judge David Terelinck's comments:
A visually rich tanka that contrasts the snow-white plumage of the trumpeter swan against the darkness of a smoke-filled landscape. A majestic bird, and the largest swan in the world. It is vulnerable to illegal shooting and collision with power lines, and they can succumb to lead poisoning by ingesting lead shot and fishing sinkers during feeding. In the early 1900s it was almost hunted to extinction for its skin, feathers, meat, and eggs.
This is an appealing poem in its sustained use of boating terminology: fleet, anchor and beacon. And the closing line is powerfully layered. It is times like now that humans need a beacon, because in many instances we have lost our way in terms of living harmoniously with nature. Perhaps it is time we looked to nature to be our guide in these troubled times?
The traditional s/l/s/l/l/ structure supports this tanka very well, and it has a highly effective pivot anchored in line 3.
as if I were
this ash-filled burl,
black veins
of decay winding through
my body like a river
Commended
Judge David Terelinck's comments:
An extremely lyrical tanka of loss and grief that speaks of the aftermath of bushfire. The narrator is very in tune with their new landscape. They associate with a fire-blackened outlook that may well mirror their own prospects. There is something hypnotically alluring in the choice "ash-filled burl, / black veins / of decay winding".
my easel stands
neglected in the corner
still flecked
with bright colours of a world
I no longer recognize
Commended
Judge David Terelinck's comments:
The easel in this poem could easily be the life of anyone on the planet today. Coronavirus has curtailed our view of the world. Because of limited movements, both internationally and locally, our palette is limited. Our life has been put on hold; yet it is still sparked with colours and people we have not forgotten. The world, and how we relate to it, will likely be very different after the pandemic is over. But right now, we don't recognize it for what it meant to us before all of this unfolded. The beauty in this tanka is that you can also apply this easel to any natural disaster that strips the vibrancy from our lives and relegates us to pastel shades until we learn to paint in brightness again.
unexpected
low temperatures
in Florida
iguanas fall from trees
like otherworldly rain
Commended
Judge David Terelinck's comments:
Two key words in this tanka add to its strength. So much of what has happened to everyone of late is "unexpected", be it extreme natural weather events or a virus of global proportions. One day our life is trundling along without incident, the next we are facing life and death situations and decisions. The low temperatures are weather-related, but could be seen as a metaphor for almost anything that rocks our complacency; indeed any "otherworldly" event. One could read the iguanas as a metaphor for man as he falls foul of his own constructs. Again, a tanka with an effective L3 pivot.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Sable Books - 2019 International Women's Haiku Book Contest
Overall Winner - Debbie Strange
The Language of Loss: Haiku & Tanka Conversations
I offer my gratitude to Roberta Beary, judge of the 2019 Sable Books Haiku Book Contest for Women, for her sensitive and insightful reading of The Language of Loss: Haiku & Tanka Conversations, and for her generous commentary. It is an honour beyond measure to receive the first place award from an esteemed writer I so admire.
My appreciation is also extended to accomplished writers Kala Ramesh and Christina Sng, for their support during the pre-reading process.
Thank you to John Barlow, editor of Snapshot Press, for his encouraging note regarding an earlier version of the tanka portion of this manuscript.
I am indebted to the Sable books team for administering this contest, and for their dedication to the promotion of diverse voices.
Judge Roberta Beary's commentary:
"These exquisite poems illuminate the skill of the author in pairing haiku and tanka in conversation, one page at a time. On one page, the long ago past talks to the recent past. On another, the sorrow of the natural world is juxtaposed with that of the human world.
The Language of Loss contains tanka and haiku of exceptional quality. But it is the remarkable way in which the poet links tanka and haiku that elevated The Language of Loss into the winner's circle. The poems on each page come together in a conversation of many layers. That these conversations will deepen and change for each reader is due to the author's expertise. I am delighted to congratulate Debbie Strange on her winning collection."
The Haiku Foundation: HaikuLife Film Festival 2020
This haiga video is comprised of previously published poems to celebrate International Haiku Poetry Day, an initiative of the Haiku Foundation, held on April 17, 2020.
The Haiku Foundation: EarthRise Rolling Haiku Collaboration, April 2020
Theme: Year of the Nurse
last breath . . .
a nurse turns mother
toward the light
empty womb . . .
a nightingale comforts me
through the night
pandemic
the beak she wears
on her mask
Note: during the 17th century plague, doctors wore a beak-like mask which was filled with lavender or other strongly scented substances, which acted somewhat like a respirator.
last breath . . .
a nurse turns mother
toward the light
empty womb . . .
a nightingale comforts me
through the night
pandemic
the beak she wears
on her mask
Note: during the 17th century plague, doctors wore a beak-like mask which was filled with lavender or other strongly scented substances, which acted somewhat like a respirator.
The Haiku Foundation: The Touchstone Awards for Individual Poems, 2019
There were over 800 nominations, and I'm honoured that three of my haiku were included in the shortlist of 30 poems. My thanks to the editors and individuals who nominated my work, and to the judges for taking the time to read!
bioluminescence
I skip a pebble across
the universe
Seashores 2
ghost apple
this emptiness
inside
Shamrock Haiku Journal 42
weathered oars
we fold our worries
into the river
Acorn 42
bioluminescence
I skip a pebble across
the universe
Seashores 2
ghost apple
this emptiness
inside
Shamrock Haiku Journal 42
weathered oars
we fold our worries
into the river
Acorn 42
The Cherita, Book 35, February 2020
Issue: "dream journal"
stark bones
of winter trees
offer no shelter
but I will
always be here,
arms open
a raku bowl
collects sunlight
on my table
how our fire
changes colour
with the seasons
we are facing pages
in this dog-eared
storybook life
the best passages
underscored
with love
stark bones
of winter trees
offer no shelter
but I will
always be here,
arms open
a raku bowl
collects sunlight
on my table
how our fire
changes colour
with the seasons
we are facing pages
in this dog-eared
storybook life
the best passages
underscored
with love
Winnipeg Free Press: The World of Poetry - Writes of Spring, 2020
National Poetry Month Feature curated by Ariel Gordon and Kerry Ryan:
Untitled Tanka
I have always
been a scatterling
in this world
of curiosities, there is
never enough time
Untitled Tanka
I have always
been a scatterling
in this world
of curiosities, there is
never enough time
Presence, Number 66, March 2020
a splotch of rust
on the bluebird's breast . . .
tumbledown farm
prairie highway
we aim for the man
in the moon
I planted
your chair in my garden
sharp edges
soft now with the mist
of morning glories
on the bluebird's breast . . .
tumbledown farm
prairie highway
we aim for the man
in the moon
I planted
your chair in my garden
sharp edges
soft now with the mist
of morning glories
Our Best Haiga: Black & White Haiga/Haisha, April 2020
Curated by Lavana Kray
April 1, 2020
Note: this tanka previously appeared in Kokako 28, April 2018
April 11, 2020
Note: this haiku previously appeared in Frameless Sky 11, December 2019
April 17, 2020
Note: this haiku previously appeared in Haiku Canada Review 12.1, February 2018
April 22, 2020
Note: this haiku previously appeared in Inner Voices - International Women's Haiku Festival, March 2018
April 28, 2020
Note: this tanka art previously appeared in Skylark 7.2, Summer 2019
Cattails, April 2020
the patina
of an old moon . . .
steeple bell
memory fog
where does it go
when it's gone
daily vice
I'd give up migraines
if I could
underneath
a stand of bracken
we discover
the blue sky inside
each tiny bell
our school bus
waxing and waning
over frosted hills . . .
we huddle together
in a herd of laughter
of an old moon . . .
steeple bell
memory fog
where does it go
when it's gone
daily vice
I'd give up migraines
if I could
underneath
a stand of bracken
we discover
the blue sky inside
each tiny bell
our school bus
waxing and waning
over frosted hills . . .
we huddle together
in a herd of laughter
GUSTS, Number 31, Spring/Summer 2020
the rungs
of a spider's ladder
frosted silver
I climb out of myself
into wonderment
my sisters make
angels in pollen dust . . .
spring arrives
in a haze of sneezing
and hilarity
rime ice
on every crimson leaf
this morning
a radiance of cardinals
prepares to take flight
of a spider's ladder
frosted silver
I climb out of myself
into wonderment
my sisters make
angels in pollen dust . . .
spring arrives
in a haze of sneezing
and hilarity
rime ice
on every crimson leaf
this morning
a radiance of cardinals
prepares to take flight
Monday, April 20, 2020
Soka Matsubara International Haiku Competition, 2020
Translated into Japanese
pine forest . . .
the advice I'd give
my younger self
Honourable Mention
pine forest . . .
the advice I'd give
my younger self
Honourable Mention
Snapshot Press, The Haiku Calendar Competition 2020
Award Runner-up, The Haiku Calendar Competition 2020 (for December)
Publication - The Haiku Calendar 2021 (Snapshot Press 2020)
northern lights
the blur of scarves
as skaters pass
Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
The R.H. Blyth Award 2019, World Haiku Review, March 2019
Publication - The Haiku Calendar 2021 (Snapshot Press 2020)
northern lights
the blur of scarves
as skaters pass
Zatsuei Haiku of Merit
The R.H. Blyth Award 2019, World Haiku Review, March 2019
Shamrock Haiku Journal, Readers' Choice Awards, 2019
city sirens
the wolves that used to
sing us home
Runner-up Senryu
(published in issue 42, September 2019)
the wolves that used to
sing us home
Runner-up Senryu
(published in issue 42, September 2019)
Poetry Pea, April 2020
The Haiku Pea Podcast:
Series 3, Episode 8 - "Afternoon Break", April 20, 2020
flocks of cranes
in snow-dusted fields . . .
our idle chatter
prairie thunder
I braid my sister's hair
with corn silk
Highly Commended
2019 New Zealand Poetry Society Competition
Series 3, Episode 8 - "Afternoon Break", April 20, 2020
flocks of cranes
in snow-dusted fields . . .
our idle chatter
prairie thunder
I braid my sister's hair
with corn silk
Highly Commended
2019 New Zealand Poetry Society Competition
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