- nonstop . . .
- leaning on his cane . . .
- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Category Archives: Tanka Prose
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
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
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
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