Tanka Café, "Changing the World"), Fall 2015
to poet James Chessing for his insightful comments in the Tanka Café feature of the Winter
2016 issue of Ribbons, the Tanka Society of America journal.The above poem is mine. But congratulations to Joyce S. Greene for her winning Café poem, included below with her permission. FYI, for each issue
of Ribbons, members are invited to submit
tanka on a specific new theme. The winner from the previous issue
makes the selections.
futile to try to change the world I can't change myself all my vows to worry less and chuckle more, forgotten ~Joyce S. Greene —Ribbons (winner, Tanka Café, "Changing the World"), Fall 2015
on my knees in a forest of weeds ... through the night the chatter of small things I rip from my life —Eucalypt, 20, Spring 2016 (Distinctive Scribblings award) Many thanks to Jenny Ward Angyal for selecting my tanka but especially for her beautiful, thoughtful appraisal, a work of art in its own right.
Happy this tanka+prose piece was picked up for reprint in the current issue of red lights. I assumed I had posted "Circa" to twigs&stones earlier (two or three years ago), but I guess I didn't. So here it is:
For me, it's the most memorable of all the cultural artifacts in the mission's collection. The lacy, shawled garment has a flamenco flavor to it. Sequins, which would have been expensive in that day, further adorn it.
no flash allowed
inside this museum
of a widow's wedding gown
preserved behind glass
I read the small sign posted nearby and learn that, according to Spanish social custom, white wasn't an option for widows who remarried. (In fact, I later determine that widows were to wear black for the rest of their lives.) I can't help wondering if there were any particular dictates for widowers.