
This collection is beautiful to read in hand. The poets and the poems are excellent. Some gorgeous haiga is included, too.
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This collection is beautiful to read in hand. The poets and the poems are excellent. Some gorgeous haiga is included, too.
To order a copy: https://wildflowerpoetrypress.wordpress.com/current-titles/



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
It is always an honor to appear in Pamela A. Babusci’s Moonbathing, a Journal of Women’s Tanka. The high level of quality tanka in this bi-annual journal by some of the best women writers of tanka make it a journal to read again and again.

Moonbathing, a journal of women’s tanka, Issue 17, November 2017
your dark self—
that side
hidden
away like
a new moon

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