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Tag Archives: Ribbons
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
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
My friend, the talented tanka poet Janet L. Davis has contributed the following two beautiful poems to my All Souls Tribute posts. Thank you, Janet. a cutting chill till the last rose is placed … through the ether he breathes … Continue reading
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
all the sisters clustered around a table . . . bright constellations in a midsummer sky swapping tales of survival Moonbathing 6, Spring/Summer 2012 This month I am privileged to have my work cited in articles that appear in Ribbons, The Tanka … Continue reading
Ten years ago today I met my future husband, the inspiration for the following tanka . . . and so much more. years from now I promise to remember how you looked that night alone on the verandah holding … Continue reading
out of nowhere this dark mood descends before I rise to a flight of swallows see-sawing the sky Ribbons, vol. 8, no. 1, Spring/Summer 2012
she’d like to return as an oak in the forest . . . her gnarled limbs gracefully suspended in a cloudless winter Ribbons, vol. 7, no. 4, Winter 2011
last night after writing love poems you may never hear I stepped out to deliver my heart to the moon Ribbons, vol. 7, no. 4, Winter 2011
years from now I promise to remember how you looked that night alone on the verandah holding moonlight in your hands First place, 2011 Tanka Society of America International Tanka Contest Ribbons, Fall 2011