Category Archives: Tanka Prose

Chrissi’s song . . .

Chrissi Villa is one of the sweetest, gentlest spirits I have come across in a very long time. A recent widow, she’s begun writing a series of tanka prose about the loss of her husband as a way of dealing … Continue reading

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Dreamtime . . .

One day the Rainbow Serpent wakes from a dream to create the earth and all its inhabitants. Grass. Flowers. Trees. Frogs. Birds. Emus. Kangaroos. Wallabies. Rivers and streams. Then she makes laws for all to obey, saying, “Those who keep … Continue reading

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Pendant Power . . .

Even as a child I admired the cameo, not merely for its beauty but for some incontrovertible spirit it seemed to embody.  My mother’s pairing of the necklace with a simple black dress reserved for birthdays and anniversaries heightened the … Continue reading

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Milestones . . .

  lace-curtain Irish . . . hand sewing the hem with a blind stitch I measure the distance between mother’s last breaths Just north of St. Louis the August heat is oppressive, the rich riverbed giving way to a monotonous … Continue reading

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Melting Snow . . .

Melting Snow At first, I’m not sure what I’m seeing. But mother has seen it too. She points to a gaunt man standing beneath a downspout next to an old Mom and Pop motel with a half-collapsed roof and weathered … Continue reading

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