Tag Archives: M. Kei

tanka time . . .

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

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anthology fever . . .

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

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tanka news . . .

I’ve said it before: If you write tanka–or have been considering writing tanka–the Tanka Society of America is a great resource. Not only does this membership group publish a tri-annual journal (Ribbons) it also provides a sense of community and support for … Continue reading

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he calls it poignant . . .

he calls it poignant when I hang ornaments on our front porch . . . looking for company long days after Christmas Fire Pearls 2: Short Masterpieces of Love and Passion

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catching up . . . again

this time of day when clouds drift down from sky I think of you . . . next to me, embracing a sudden stream of light —red lights, Summer 2013 It’s hard to believe it’s summer’s end, although I must … Continue reading

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Take Five . . .

  he says I speak differently to strangers– perhaps he can hear the stilled whisper of love in a mockingbird’s song           –Margaret Dornaus I’m pleased to have work included in the latest (and, sadly, last) … Continue reading

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Tanka series . . .

the winter garden where false hellebore appears without fair warning          my sister’s mind a landscape scored with fault lines . . . and furrows I remember once she took us all to drive-ins that convertible when stars blossomed in her … Continue reading

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