The Winter 2016 issue of Skylark, an English-language tanka journal edited by poet Claire Everett, is available for purchase. I'm happy to say that reviews and features editor Jenny Ward Angyal interviewed me for that issue. Several of my tanka, many of them previously posted here at twigs&stones, including "silhouettes," are featured. Check it out.
years, I couldn't remember its name—that tasteful little nightclub
tucked away from the bustle of shopping and restaurants. Intimate.
Nothing ostentatious, simple wooden tables. Dark but not too dark.
Safe but holding a measure of intrigue. Meant for people like me.
resident musician sang and played nearly nonstop, curled around his
guitar as if he were bound to it. (I rarely ever saw him stand up.)
The song selection: whatever was popular back then, mellow but not
too mellow. Notes and voice hinting of warm butterscotch.
unlikely friend of mine with exotic island looks once spoke of him
with an air of familiarity. "You know
him?" I asked, as if he were a god and I a mere mortal-girl.
she responded between characteristic long drags on her cigarette. Of
and I lived in different lanes.
forward: In time, the name of the place would come to me. Then, after
a computer search to learn about its fate, I would stumble across the
singer's name; another search would instantly yield current-day
photos of him. In mere minutes, I would learn that he had landed
himself on a list of registered sex offenders and, also, that he had
been deemed a man of God, though I had no way of knowing which label
had come first.
the trendy bars
young man would find me
hoping he wouldn't
tanka "among shadows" was previously published in Landfall:
Poetry of Place in Modern English Tanka,