Loneliness . . . (three tanka)

Blithe Spirit, Journal of the British Haiku Society,
Volume 28 Number 4, November 2018


Three tanka were published in Blithe Spirit this past November:



 Snow Landscape by Hans Braxmeier



winter woodland

bereft of birdsong 

           with your passing 

even clear days

are shadowed



Photo by Frantisek Krejci



together so long

we seem to finish

one another’s  sentences,

fluent in the pauses

of each other’s mind




Universe by Gerd Altmann



comes and goes,

dancing around

my mind

with two left feet






Black swan . . . (haiku)


cattails, October 2018 Issue

The Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society




black swan    

the beauty

in difference






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Credit:Bournemouth News / Rex Features




I urge all of you to read the full issue of cattails, which you can download as a pdf here:  http://cattailsjournal.com/currentissue.html


Rain patter . . .(3 tanka)


Three tanka published in one my very favorite journals.



GUSTS No. 28, Contemporary Tanka
(fall/winter 2018)



pounding rains

& the peonies are lost –

how did I miss

your pallor, your reticence

that last day?



turning from pale gold

to dusky violet

our last embrace

so certain

so final



rain patter

on windows –

just when it seems

the darkness is over

it all begins again




Wild apple (some senryu)

Three senryu and one haiga appeared in Prune Juice, Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga, Issue 25, July 2018.


wild apple–
one bite is all
it took


a thin coat of dust
on his burial urn


cloud cover–
darkness brewing
in daddy’s words



the sudden diagnosis haiga


My thanks to editor, Steve Hodge.


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Cover Art: Happy Monk by Jerry Dreesen


Paper and dolls…(tanka)


Two tanka of mine appeared in the last issue of Ribbons, the journal of the Tanka Society of America.


Ribbons, Fall 2017: Volume 13, Number 3


still collecting dolls
into her old age
a special name for each –
and one story
she refused to tell


Tanka Café, Fall 2017: theme was “paper”


a book propped
by the pillow on my knees,
page after page
I ease into someone
else’s life



The first line of ‘us’


Gusts, Contemporary Tanka, one of my favorite print journals, arrived here in London this week. Edited by Kozue Uzawa, the journal is a publication of Tanka Canada. The tanka are placed on the page under a category heading such as “life,” “scent,” “moon,” or “relationships.” Many of my favorite tanka poets appear in this journal, and of course it’s always great to discover new poets or poets whose work I don’t know. The overall quality and standard is very high, and this makes for excellent reading and rereading.  I’m pleased to say that three of my tanka appear in Gusts, no. 25, Contemporary Tanka, Spring/Summer 2017. I hope you enjoy reading them.






watching clouds                                                       
begin to drift
from your soft sable brushes –
you make the sky bluer
than blue, not grey


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the shivery silk                                                       
of your words
slips around me –
the first line of us
now written


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all that time waiting                                                  
to hear from you
I ascend the stairway
of a deserted station,
pale Freesias in hand



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These three tanka were written by Mary Kendall, (c) 2017,
Gusts, no. 25, Contemporary Tanka, Spring/Summer 2017

A flurry of poems…

The fall issue of cattails is out at last. Due to a big switch around of editors, the September issue was delayed and is now published in December. What a big issue it is, full of so many poems to read. Many of my favorite poets are in this issue and there are some who are new to me still to be discovered.



I have two haiku included in this issue:



first blossoms –
I tell myself this year
will be different




daybreak …
the birds wake us
song by song



and a few senryu:



long yawns …
breathing in
his boredom




zafu zabuton zazen       zzzzz




plus one tanka:




long ago I heard
the sound of wuthering wind
blowing through the night –
a bleakness so forlorn,
a loneliness bereft of words   



My thanks to all the editors of cattails for their hard work. I cannot begin to imagine the number of hours it takes to put together something this substantial.