- 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 . . .
Tag Archives: Birds
eagle sighting the passing trucker and I share a thumbs-up The Heron’s Nest XVI:2, June 2014 Advertisements
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
With its newest release, Claire Everett’s biennial tanka journal, Skylark, celebrates the beginning of its second year of publication. And what a welcome addition to the world of tanka it is. Claire, a talented tanka poet and tanka prose editor for … Continue reading
I recently received word that one of my haibun, “Caged Birds,” was awarded an An (Cottage) Award in the 2014 Genjuan International Haibun Contest (Japan). Genjuan is the name of the cottage where, in 1690, Basho lived and wrote some of his most … Continue reading
long night moon he traces figure eights on my shoulders the sorrows of yesterday . . . light as a swan’s feather Skylark 1:1, Spring 2013
For each issue of the Tanka Society of America’s journal Ribbons, members are invited to submit tanka on a particular theme for inclusion in editor Michael McClintock’s Tanka Café. From those entries, one tanka is selected for a Member’s Choice Award … Continue reading
reading Shakespeare I try to teach my students metaphor . . . shaken by the music of bare ruined choirs Skylark 1:2, Winter 2013
In light of this week’s violence–and all the senseless violence we’ve endured during the past few months/years/decades–these recently published haiku seem even more pertinent today than when I wrote them. candlelight vigil the distant song of a lark lifting darkness … Continue reading
sparrow’s song I turn to see the baby’s smile A Hundred Gourds, vol. 2, no. 1, December 2012