- 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
leaning on his cane he looks like a character out of Bashō . . . weighed down at end of day by the weight of his shadow –for Larry red lights 11:1, January 2015 Some of you might know that my husband, … Continue reading
old friends– we used to talk about sex nowadays life, death and the gradations of a peony’s petals All The Shells: Tanka Society of America Members’ Anthology 2014
reminding myself never to grow bitter . . . after the storm, see how the peonies kowtow to kiss the ground? Ribbons 10.3, Fall 2014 The newest edition of the Tanka Society of America’s Ribbons arrived in my mailbox today. … Continue reading
what made me reach to hold this stranger’s face between my hands . . . his poet eyes seeing all my days today tomorrow Bright Stars Anthology vol. 4, 2014 For the first time in many years, the Tanka Society … Continue reading
A special thank you to Jenny Ward Angyal and Mary Frederick Ahearn for their lovely moon tanka (below) in celebration of my recent birthday. the self I’ve clung to all these years moonlight on water –Jenny Ward Angyal … Continue reading
summer sky . . . she lets her kimono gently fall before wrapping herself twice in moonlight red lights 10.2, June 2014 Another Supermoon–July 12! Another poem about moonlight. I’ll be featuring a few more small moon poems here over … Continue reading
one strand of Mylar dangling from last year’s nest . . . still we wait for barn swallows to return needing nothing more than that Skylark 3, Spring/Summer 2014
in my handwriting you see an optimist’s slope– the slanted lines taking flight off the page with a fluttering of wings A Hundred Gourds 3.2, March 2014 As spring winds into summer, I find myself being optimistic about many aspects … Continue reading
a shaded corner in the hospice garden — slow growing ivy as if there is all the time in the world –David Terelinck, Slow Growing Ivy Reading David Terelinck’s poetry makes me feel as if there is all the time in … Continue reading