Pictured above: American beautyberry, a native plant that grows like weeds all over our property. This year, the iridescent berries, which I always eagerly anticipate, are still quite thick. However, last year, when the above tanka was written, they didn't last long. Also refer to a former post.
a fleeting feeling of permanence— my feet set on this parking lot of steaming concrete —Streetlights, Poetry of Urban Life in Modern English Tanka, 2009 A cool front recently stormed through, meaning that the highs were "only" in the upper 80s. But I suspect we'll have quite a few more days of steaming concrete before autumn truly sets in.
Tanka Poets: Please be sure to stop by Ken Slaughter's blog, All Things Tanka, where everything he talks about is…tanka. You'll find news and submission deadlines for journals and contests—all in one place.
Also, congratulations to poet/editor Beverley George of Pearl Beach, Australia, who won the Tanka Society of America's recent giveaway. Her prize, a 2015 TSA membership (which includes a subscription to Ribbons, the TSA journal)!