Sunday, December 03, 2017

Presence, Number 59, November 2017


Honoured to be the Focus Poet for this issue. The full text may be accessed in the "Articles/About" section of this blog.

last campout . . .
sandhill cranes call down
the northern lights

Honourable Mention
2017 Robert Spiess Haiku Award

dried curls
of gray reindeer moss
crunch softly
underneath our boots . . .
no other sound, but breath

1st Place
2016 San Francisco Tanka Competition

stone cairns
a faded cap drifts

1st Place
2015 Harold G. Henderson Contest

tracks of birds
meander through snow . . .
the surgeon
marks her left breast
with a cross

1st Place
2016 British Haiku Society Tanka Awards

on the tundra
caging a winter sky
caribou bones

3rd Place
2014 Hortensia Anderson Awards

bitterns boom
among the rushes . . .
father recites
his favourite poems
from memory

dust clouds
behind the plough
a fuss of gulls

The Right Touch of Sun, Tanka Society of America Members' Anthology 2017

this hagstone
I hold to my eye . . .
another world looks
right through me

animal trails
curve through brush . . .
my wild feet
still yearn to follow
someone home

bluegrass blares
from loud speakers . . .
we get high
on night music
under a banjo moon


I was honoured to provide the following photographs for this anthology:

Ribbons, Volume 13, Number 3, Fall 2017

I can hear
clouds rustling against
taffeta skies . . .
my senses sharper
since you went away


This issue also contains a lovely review of my book, Warp and Weft: Tanka Threads (Michelle Brock, Australia). It may be accessed in  the "Books & Reviews" section of this blog.

The Cherita: Your Storybook Journal, Volume 1, Number 4, September 2017

Issue: "be amazed"

candied violets

every birthday cake
a celebration

of who we were,
and who we are

at high tide

the call and response
of water

we are made of this,
but we are also,

A Cherita Lighthouse Award

Skylark, Vol. 5, Number 2, Winter 2017

swathes my doorway . . .
its sweetness
calls to something hungry
that used to live inside

So Much More Than

we walk
under laden boughs
into silence . . .
a place of worship,
this architrave of snow

we make camp
in a dark sky preserve . . .
no stellarium
could rival
this magnitude of light

we become
so much more than
our wounds
lovely are the bruises
of crushed magnolias


the quiet
susurrus of stones
with each wave . . .
a refugee hushes
her frightened baby

of deer splashing
in puddles . . .
the bullied child
never that carefree

a cowbird
lays eggs in the nest
of her host . . .
too many people
feel they don't belong

World Haiku Association, November 2017

158th Monthly Haiga Contest

Stardust Haiku, Issue 11, November 2017

a moonbow
above the waterfall
arrows of geese