

The April 2018 issue of cattails: the Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society is out. Here is the link to the issue:
Click to access cattailsApril2018.pdf
I have three poems included–a haiku, a senryu and a tanka.




My thanks to the editors for selecting these poems to be published.
It’s a real honor to have three tanka and one haiku published in a favorite journal of mine, Blithe Spirit. My thanks to editor Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy for his support and encouragement.
Blithe Spirit, Volume 28, Number 1, Journal of the British Haiku Society, February Issue 2018
curtains billowing
in the warm spring air
each strand of lace
intricate, undecipherable
… like you
an early daffodil
frozen in a bed of snow
you left us
long before
we were ready
spooning dumplings
into chicken soup
I imagine my mother –
how I wish we had
another chance
milkweed pods
fading to nothing
as we age

Milkweed Pods by Lucie Veilleux aka 3dots

In Washington, DC, the winners and runners up of the Golden Triangle Haiku Competition are displayed in individual signs on downtown streets. Mine placed third out of over 1,675 entries from 45 countries and 34 states, and the District of Columbia. This was quite a nice surprise for me. This year’s contest theme was “Spring in the City.”
Here is a press release giving background of this competition:
Use this link to read all the haiku that are now on signs on Washington DC streets.
Click to access Golden-Haiku-2018-Signs.pdf

Photo by Theodor Horydcz, Tidal Basin with Cherry Blossoms, Washington, DC

Not mine, but this is an example of how all the haiku are displayed in the Farragut Square area of Washington, DC

One of my very favorite poetry journals, hedgerow, a journal of small poems, published this haiku in their print issue #122. Isn’t the cover picture gorgeous?
new year moon—
looking backward
looking forward
My thanks to Caroline Skanne, the poet/editor behind this lovely journal.

In the November, 2017 issue of Blithe Spirit, the Journal of the British Haiku Society, these tanka and haiku were published. All poems are (c) 2017 Mary Kendall.

Queen’s dollhouse—
we examine the tiny rooms
in barely a whisper
crowning—
the full moon pushes
through fog
his fingerprint
left under a cup
he made
her only way
to hold on

the slow uncurling
of the fiddleheads
one by one
learning to let go
is never easy