My tanka appearing in the current issue of Moonbathing! Thank you so much, editor Pamela Babusci. I'm sure there are some women out other who can related to this.
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 Moonbathing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moonbathing. Show all posts
Friday, June 4, 2021
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Moonbathing
Sharing my tanka published in the current issue of Moonbathing. Thank you so much, editor
Pamela A. Babusci!
Labels:
aging,
comfortable,
familiarity,
fitness,
garden,
garden gloves,
gloves,
growing old,
love,
mold,
Moonbathing,
original tanka,
relationships,
shape,
together,
togetherness
Friday, June 15, 2018
Moonbathing Issue 18 (Spring/Summer 2018)
Received another wonderful issue of Moontbathing. Thank you, Pamela A. Babusci, for publishing my tanka.
Monday, March 26, 2018
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Moonbathing Issue 13 (Autumn/Winter 2015)
I just received my copy of Moonbathing Issue 13. Another amazing collection of tanka by women poets! Subscribe now. I am grateful to Pamela A. Babusci because she included this poem.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Moonbathing Issue 12 (Spring/Summer 2015)
a burst of flowers
on a cactus plant . . .
still I question
a widow's length of time
to grieve
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Moonbathing Issue 11 (Fall/Winter 2014)
this quiet space
between missing you
and moving on
I catch myself whispering
to a dragonfly
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Moonbathing Issue 9 (Fall/Winter 2013)
My first tanka in Moonbathing: a journal of women's tanka.
a woman carries her child
through a flooded street . . .
my heart sinks
as a branch hangs heavily
from a dying tree
This poem was inspired by photos in the internet showing the ruins caused by typhoon Yolanda in the Philippines.
a woman carries her child
through a flooded street . . .
my heart sinks
as a branch hangs heavily
from a dying tree
This poem was inspired by photos in the internet showing the ruins caused by typhoon Yolanda in the Philippines.
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