Two of three . . . (tanka)


Here is the second of three tanka published in GUSTS, no. 34, Contemporary Tanka, Fall/Winter 2021.
The pandemic has made all of us look at life and death differently and perhaps more clearly.



one day when I am
long gone from the world,
     you’ll find me here
& there among scarlet leaves
or blue damselflies



One of three . . .(tanka)



In the latest issue, GUSTS no. 34, Contemporary Tanka, Fall/Winter 2021, I am lucky enough to have three tanka published. I’ve read through the whole journal twice so far to enjoy the excellent submissions from such a wide variety of poets. Paper journals are especially nice in that you have them at hand when you need something good to read. 

Here is one of the tanka I wrote:



growing old together
we make light of losing
thoughts or words –
even now I fall in love
with you again





Spring’s soft greening (tanka)

Like so many other people, the year and a half pandemic has thrown my sense of time way off. I’m so far behind in posting newly published poems on this blog that I find myself now playing catch up.  I am both honored and happy to have had such fine journals select some of my work to publish in 2021. 


both of us relieved
we made it to this side
of the pandemic –
falling back in love
with spring’s soft greening


Published in Ribbons, Tanka Café, Spring 2021



The Silent Surprise


Published in Blithe Spirit,  31.3  2021



A responsive tanka sequence between Mary Kendall (USA) & Hazel Hall (AUS)



The Silent Surprise


a life piled
in a shopping trolley – 
the cold
cathedral steps
kept clean and tidy                                                                  HH


broomcorn gathered
and plaited, tied and cut – 
if only the years
had passed so neatly 
without much fuss                                                                   MK


lawn raked free
of twigs and leaves
green bin full
a mob of cockatoos
prunes the trees once more                                                 HH                                            


shouts of confusion
and chaos in teargas clouds
    that burning need 
to make sense                                                                        
of why we looked away                                                           MK


from antique lands
an ancient epic
this shattered visage
covered in graffiti                                                                   HH


the silent surprise
of a bundle of letters
bound in red string
hidden deep
in the endless rubble                                                               MK



My thanks go to Hazel Hall, one of my favorite tanka writers in the world. This is our second collaboration in writing a responsive tanka sequence. 

Note: Hazel’s verses are in regular type; Mary’s verses are in italics






day moon ~

no shadow on

my mammogram


Published: Blithe Spirit  31.3  2021


A haiku or a senryu? I love this poem very much, and I’m so grateful to Caroline Skanne, the editor of Blithe Spirit, for choosing it for publication.


I have always been fascinated with seeing a “day moon.” I’ve always considered it a sign or good luck or something fortunate happening or about to happen. Do you have any thoughts about seeing the moon out during the daylight hours? Is it magical to you? It is for me.