flip-flops slap the ground harder after class— just seven, but who else had ever flunked "swimming"?
—Simply Haiku, Spring 2008, vol 6 no 1
Those swimming lessons, at the public pool down the street, were the first I ever had. I was doing okay, I thought, until I made it to one of the intermediate levels, taught by a "mean" sixteen-year-old who liked to yell. At least, that's my excuse.
should’ve caught it in his signature the large “S” with all those curlicues elaborate as his lies —"Angry Tanka," Atlas Poetica Special Feature, 2014 (edited by Susan Burch) This one came flying out of me about three years ago. And you should know who you are. ;)
Congratulations to the recent winners of the Tanka Society of America International Tanka Contest! Fellow poet-blogger Jenny Ward Angyal won second place. We had a huge response from around the world: more than 500 tanka were entered. So, as coordinator, I've been quite busy. To read all the wonderful winning poems, see the TSA website.