Poetry is a new experience every time. Every time I read a poem, the experience happens to occur -- Jorge Luis Borges, "This Craft of Verse"
My Dear Fellow Poets and Readers:
I'm pleased to announce the following 66 tanka selected for One Man's Maple Moon, 2013: Selected English-Chinese Bilingual Tanka. The anthology is scheduled to be published in July. Each poet whose tanka is/are included in the anthology will receive a copy of its e-book edition.
Please post to all appropriate venues. Your time and help would be greatly appreciated.
Many thanks for your support of my project. And look forward to reading your new work (see 2014 anthology submission guidelines)
Chen-ou
Note: The 2013 One Man's Maple Moon Prize winner will be announced later.
Updated, October 5:
Cool Announcement : In the Company of Good Poems
Updated, October 5:
Cool Announcement : In the Company of Good Poems
Updated, November:
I am pleased to announce that One Man's Maple Moon: 66 Selected English-Chinese Bilingual Tanka, Volume One 2014 is now available online for your reading pleasure.
For more information about this good news, see Hot News:One Man's Maple Moon Volume One 2014
Selected Tanka:
no abacus
for the task
ahead
where the mists part
I begin counting stars
Excellent Tanka, 7th International Tanka Festival Competition, 2012
Brian Zimmer
on the edge
of the birdbath
a mudlark
sinks into his reflection
i turn into my shadow
Atlas Poetica, 14, Spring 2013
Marilyn Humbert
as always,
the echoless flight
of owls...
slicing what’s left
of sanity
Selected Tanka, Gusts, 15, Spring/Summer 2012
Robert D. Wilson
back and forth
a dredger in the harbor
clears the clogged channel
my sister's confession:
he hits her
Atlas Poetica, Spring 2012
Neal Whitman
I still remember
the way he called
my name
but don't remember now
the way he betrayed me
Selected Tanka, Gusts, 8, Fall/Winter 2008
Kozue Uzawa
not sure
the man at the door
is Death
until he pulls out
the bible
Presence, 47, December 2012
LeRoy Gorman
a river view
between the vee of trees
smaller each year;
what I could have seen
in an earlier life
Simply Haiku, 6:1, Spring 2008
Adelaide B. Shaw
a lightning strike
splits our old apple tree --
I never dreamed
the death that parted us
would not be one of ours
First Place, 2006 TSA International Tanka Contest
Beverley George
rip-tide --
slowly I return
an occupied shell
to the surging sea
between us
Second Place, 2005 TSA International Tanka Contest
Beverley George
you say you know me
better than I know myself ...
still waters
the willow bends
to touch the sky
Multiverses, 1:1, 2012
Claire Everett
after the journey
there’s always the laundry --
the rattle
of a foreign coin
in the tumble dryer
Ribbons, 5.3, Fall 2009, Tanka Café
Bob Lucky
the way it looks
like a dragon fallen
from the sky,
this uprooted tree
alone on the moor
Presence, 31, 2007
Michael McClintock
silence
seeks the center
of every tree and rock,
that thing we hold closest --
the end of songs
Letters in Time: Sixty Short Poems, 2005
Michael McClintock
old memories
like tangled fish hooks
impossible
to pick up only one
without all the others
First Place, 2008 Tanka Society of America International Contest
an'ya
driving away
from the ancestral home
this thought . . .
tomorrow the early sun
will slant into my empty room
Eucalypt, 10, 2011
Sonam Chhoki
offering chrysanthemums
to the Buddha...
the only sacrifice
i ever made
was letting you go
First Place, Kokako Tanka Contest 2007
Pamela A. Babusci
the intense white
of chrysanthemums
while making love
i become
a thousand petals
Ribbons, 5:3, Fall 2009
Pamela A. Babusci
he tells me
why the character for "spring"
is upside down
still the snowflakes
drift between us
GUSTS, 15, Spring/Summer 2012
Christina Nguyen
January gale
another roof slate
cracks off --
I can't stand it
that you're gone
American Tanka, 18, 2009
J. Zimmerman
the crackle and pop
of my breakfast cereal --
more news
about car bomb blasts
somewhere else in the world
Wisteria, July 2006
Janet Lynn Davis
a stone
next to a frozen pond
I long to skip
to another time
another place
tinywords, 9:1, March 2010
Don Miller
as a child
I thought I'd never grow up
now it seems
I've wandered forever
in this redwood forest
The Tanka Journal, 39, 2011
Peggy Heinrich
under a half moon
and the gaze of Orion
the night’s hunters:
owls, rabbits, deer mice
unaware of satellites
Scifaikuest, August 2011
Pat Tompkins
every room a different sound
soccer, hip hop
non-stop washing machine...
the guy downstairs
playing Chopin
Little Purple Universes
Helen Buckingham
believe as you look
deeper, deeper, and yet deeper
into my eyes
your (love) history does
not matter to me
NeverEnding Story, April 4, 2013
Ernesto P. Santiago
undecided
about which dress to wear
I remember Dad
whistling as he buttoned
his only suit
red lights, 9:1, Jan. 2013
Joyce S. Greene
lying awake
on the night of a storm
even when I close my eyes
especially when I close my eyes
I see snow
Chrysalis, 1:1, 2007
Barry George
on the morning
of her death, I sit
searching
for the small differences
between these wild finches
Simply Haiku, 10:1, Spring/Summer 2012
Kirsten Cliff
sitting
with my friend at dusk
hearing
the diagnosis
and the unrelenting rain
Moonbathing, Winter 2010
Beverly Acuff Momoi
Father
in the nursing home
ever smaller
the circles he walks
the circles of his thoughts
Tanka Splendor, 2006
Irene Golas
I rest my paddle
let the canoe drift awhile
rocks trees sky
the lake and I
are an empty mirror
terra north/nord, 3, Summer 2011
Irene Golas
braiding
her sister’s hair
after the rape
so many
long dark strands
Honorable Mention, 2012 Tanka Society of America International Contest
Jenny Ward Angyal
I lay your sad ghost
in the west room
of my heart ...
the mockingbird sings
what he doesn’t know
Second Place, 2013 Tanka Society of America International Contest
Jenny Ward Angyal
the self
I’ve clung to
all these years
moonlight
on water
Skylark, 1:1, summer 2013
Jenny Ward Angyal
the question I couldn’t ask
the answer you wouldn’t give
walking in snowlight
somehow we find
the way home
Ribbons, 2008
Sylvia Forges-Ryan
autumn afternoon
we keep our distance
in dappled light
talking about the life
we haven’t shared
Honorable Mention, SFIT, Mariposa 2008
Sylvia Forges-Ryan
in twilight
by the beach fire
I shiver
thinking of the last time
you turned to wave goodbye
3rd place, 2010 Tanka Society of America Contest
Susan Constable
a large bruise
deep inside the mango
unexpected
the way you turned away
when I needed you most
Simply Haiku, 8:3, Autumn 2011
Susan Constable
as a child
she found it difficult
to say goodbye
now bone-thin hands
clutch the blanket's edge
Honorable Mention, TSA Contest, 2013
Susan Constable
learning
to say goodbye…
a fraction
of me touching you
in secret places
Breath and Shadows
Sergio Ortiz
halving fruit
my second husband's
way of love --
hard to change habits
so late in life
2nd Place, 2000 Tanka Society of America International Tanka Contest
Amelia Fielden
my ex-husband
calls his new child the name
we had chosen
for our son,whose heart
stopped in my womb
Eucalypt, 14, 2013
Amelia Fielden
looking at
the family album
my daughter says hello
to herself and the girl
I used to be
NeverEnding Story, July 13, 2013
Diana Teneva
young summer
at nine years old
foreign fingers
tracing my sister's
before-woman curves
NeverEnding Story, November 21, 2014
Matsukaze
now Muslims
and immigrants but
-- the same white faces
-- the same white words
they used to point at me
NeverEnding Story, August 19, 2013
M. Kei
new moon or full moon
the tides are fullest
why is there no tide
that pulls him to me
this autumn night?
NeverEnding Story, January 8, 2014
M. Kei
Mailing packages
to the one who won't be home
a fragrance of pine
all the way to the post office
I weigh his absence
Featured Tanka Poet, Moonset, Autumn/Winter 2007
Carol Purington
The staccato of fireworks
from the neighbor's field
we sit in coolness
emerging stars punctuate
the words we haven't said
June 2003 Poem of the Month, Christian Science Monitor Online
Carol Purington
alone
for too long
(again)
I ask a fly
to fly silently
NeverEnding Story, September 13, 2013
Johannes S. H. Bjerg
this night too
a red rose's fragrance
seducing the Moon
my thoughts rush toward you
in the dying dream
25 Croatian Tanka Poets, Atlas Poetica
Djurdja Vukelic Rozic
her face blurs
into a dozen others ...
I tighten my grip
around all that remains
of what was
A Hundred Gourds, 2:2, March 2013
S.M. Abeles
that Li Po, drunk,
leaned over the boat’s side
to embrace the moon
and drowned . . . ?
sure, I believe it
Red Lights, 3:1, January 2007
Larry Kimmel
I've come again
to this oak-gripped bank,
who knows why?—
recalling our last time here,
I watch a red leaf drift out of sight
American Tanka, 8, Spring 2000
Larry Kimmel
with my child
on my shoulder,
i walk in the rain
carrying the weight
of shattered dreams
Tinywords, 13:2, 2013
Ramesh Anand
on father's coffin
the cowboy hat and polished boots
of a prairie Gael
the skirling pipes
that sing him home
Skylark, 2, Winter 2013
Debbie Strange
the way her hand
rests on his palm like
moon on water
mirrors words of love
never spoken
Moonbathing, 8, June 2013
Alegria Imperial
after the earthquake --
the arch bridge
drops its shadow
onto the water
more distinctly
Eucalypt, 15, 2013
Aya Yuhki
Yesterday, I thought
my new poem was brilliant
today, it seems confused—
the morning sun in a haze
over the marsh reeds
Modern English Tanka, Winter 2006, 1:2
George Swede
A snow cap
on the statue of
the dictator…
it tumbles from an
insurgence of air
American Tanka, 21, 2012
George Swede
black and white
paintings on the pot
the transgender
searches the streak of colors
to fill the gap of the emptiness
Special Features:Chiaroscuro LGBT Tanka, Atlas Poetica, August 2012
Pravat Kumar Padhy
the pub spits out
a final gobful of drunks
halfway home
I hear the moonlight laughing
in a stream of piss
NeverEnding Story, January 19, 2013
Liam Wilkinson
country town...
sheep and cattle
roam the hills
I wind back
my father's watch
Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka, Vol. 4
Merle Connolly
holding tight
to a spider’s thread
I drift
from one tanka
to another
Gusts, 14, fall/winter 2011
Keitha Keyes
my neighbour
tells me to hold
someone close ...
clenching my fist, I let
the sky hold my thoughts
Eucalypt, 13, 2012
Anne Curran
the others
off to midnight Mass
in the dark
Basil Rathbone reads
Masque of the Red Death
Breccia, 2012
Ignatius Fay
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