Monday, November 28, 2016

Announcement: Skylark and "Sculpting a Face"

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.

we made of ourselves
in grade school …
how many know me
only by my profile

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Columns of smoke

columns of smoke
rising from a distant field    
……..the signals
I fail to decipher
on the clearest of days

Frameless Sky, issue 3

And for those who celebrate this holiday in the U.S.:

H A P P Y  T H A N K S G I V I N G !

Monday, November 14, 2016

Tanka Prose

The Singer

For 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.

The 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.

An 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. "Sure," she responded between characteristic long drags on her cigarette. Of course, she and I lived in different lanes.

Fast 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.

among shadows
at the trendy bars
I'd sit hoping
some young man would find me
yet hoping he wouldn't


The tanka "among shadows" was previously published in Landfall: Poetry of Place in Modern English Tanka, 2007.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Ragweed grains

ragweed grains
carried on autumn wind ...
not all things
that arrive at my door
do I welcome with grace

Eucalypt, 20, May 2006

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

These old dishes

these old dishes 
crazed with spidery veins— 
the "good china" 
saved for special occasions 
few and far between 

A Hundred Gourds, 5:2, March 2016