Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things—mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity—and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves. ~Bashō
Showing posts with label Ephemerae. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ephemerae. Show all posts
Saturday, January 19, 2019
Monday, June 18, 2018
Inaugural Issue of Ephemerae (part 3)
Finally, these two tanka were published! Both had been in my to-revise-notepad for quite some time.
After some revisions and a little help from the editor of Ephemerae, this was finally accepted.
After some revisions and a little help from the editor of Ephemerae, this was finally accepted.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Inaugural Issue of Ephemerae (part 1)
I'm so honored to have this tanka sequence, a collaboration with fellow poets, published in the first issue of Ephemerae. Thanks to the editor, Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy, for accepting this!
Different Paths
the wattle dies
from too much water—
all the ways
he finds to avoid
saying 'I love you' David Terelinck
low clouds
swallow the echoes
thicken the dark—
for the last kilometer
no words between us Violette Rose-Jones
full stop
at a fork in the road
this time
will we choose
different paths Carol Judkins
row upon row
of casino slots . . .
the odds
of loving for life,
of beating the house Donna Buck
street kids
jingling coins
in tin cups
weighing the value
of the little we've left Christine L. Villa
patterns
across the cliff face
lives sculpted
by summer dream
and winter storms . . . Carole Harrison
Different Paths
the wattle dies
from too much water—
all the ways
he finds to avoid
saying 'I love you' David Terelinck
low clouds
swallow the echoes
thicken the dark—
for the last kilometer
no words between us Violette Rose-Jones
full stop
at a fork in the road
this time
will we choose
different paths Carol Judkins
row upon row
of casino slots . . .
the odds
of loving for life,
of beating the house Donna Buck
street kids
jingling coins
in tin cups
weighing the value
of the little we've left Christine L. Villa
patterns
across the cliff face
lives sculpted
by summer dream
and winter storms . . . Carole Harrison
Labels:
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David Terelinck,
Donna Buck,
dreams,
Ephemerae,
kids,
original collaborative tanka sequence,
paths,
road,
storms,
summer,
Violette Rose-Jones,
winter,
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