GUSTS: Contemporary Tanka 33 (Tanka Canada)
tongue tripping
in the Provençal patisserie
I shyly order my first
macarons au marrons
in French
starry-eyed
the vast galaxy
of a child’s imagination
Published (c) Frogpond, Volume 44.1 Winter 2021
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cutting back roses
before winter sets in …
why must it sometimes
hurt so much
in order to grow?
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Published in Blithe Spirit, 31.1 2021
bleakness –
the lingering taste
of a bad dream
Blithe Spirit, 31.1 2021
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rough edges worn down
on well-trodden paths,
each cobblestone
a reminder of how far
we’ve travelled
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Published in Eucalypt 29, Winter 2020
Moonbathing, Issue 23, Fall/Winter 2020
hot roasted nuts
heaped into a paper cone –
all that burning anger
you hold onto
so tightly
Photograph by Monika Topolko
As an aside, I am realizing my age is showing. Do young people today even know about folks roasting chestnuts (or other nuts) and buying a brown paper cone full of piping hot nuts to eat on the street? I first came across this in Istanbul when I was young. The scent, heat, taste on a chilly autumn afternoon was one of those moments that has stayed with me all my life. Europeans had this custom, but does anyone still do this? The fragrance was so tempting.
A Poet in Time 