- nonstop . . .
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- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
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- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Tag Archives: Tanka Society of America
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 Advertisements
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
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
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
It’s such a pleasure to be able to include the work of two fine tanka poets, Lauren Mayhew and Jenny Ward Angyal, in these All Souls tribute posts. Lauren’s second poem “sliding down,” she writes, is a tribute to her … 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
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
at Toad Suck I contemplate syllables and old ponds like a child puddle-jumping loudly through soft falling rain Ribbons, Spring 2011, #1 It’s raining here tonight (again!), just as it was the evening I drove myself through Toad Suck … Continue reading