I have had a fair amount of tanka accepted for publication recently. Here are a few:
His burlap skin
washed by the
diamond waters,
and everywhere,
jellyfish in bloom.
--from Modern English Tanka, 1:2
rattlesnake love--
you gave me warning,
but I, entranced
by your desert heart,
wouldn't heed it
--from Fire Pearls: Short Masterpieces of the Human Heart
tracing the face
of the man in the moon
my own face
looks back
at me
--from Modern English Tanka, 1:1
At the end of
a bad oyster season,
we spend Christmas
stripping the oyster boards
and swabbing the decks.
--from Sketchbook, 1:1
if only the leaves
were not so green,
this lover's heart
might enjoy
a little emptiness
--from Tanka Splendor 2006
The skyline's
not much to look at,
just a green line
drawn along the bottom
of the clouds.
--from Red Lights, 3:1 (forthcoming)
a dozen contrails
stretch across the sky,
all pointing
to the west
beyond my dreams
--from Gusts #4
my boss gives me
a bag of melted chocolates . . .
I think this means
I'm in her good graces
at last
--from Kokako #5
If you like what you read, I hope you will seek and support these find journals and anthologies by buying them. Without financial support, our publishers, all of whom are small presses who do this as a labor of love, would not be able to continue publishing. Without them, there would be very few places to publish tanka.
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