if you're bored, you're not paying attention
Frank Bidart:
… Read the restWhat to make, how to make, what does making mean in our lives? What do we make, why do make, when are we making? How important is making? What is the life of a maker, what is the life of an artist, what’s left when you’re not making anything?
inside the tight curl
of the yucca leaf
a wood spider
3 floors
one petal
from the princess tree
clings to the windshield—
I drive away
looking in the mirror
un pétale
de l’arbre impérial
s’accroche au pare-brise
je démarre
en regardant dans le rétroviseur
published in 25 Canadian Tanka Poets in French and English : Atlas Poetica, May, 2010.… Read the rest
The haiku and micropoetry journal I edit, tinywords, got 875 submissions in the course of 2 weeks for our upcoming summer issue. Since I expect I’ll be able to publish about 50 or 60 poems in this issue, that means the acceptance rate is going to be significantly less than 10%.… Read the rest
I’m amazed and honored to see a poem I wrote included in this collection of Canadian tanka. There is even a translation into French (not by me) — a first for me.
one petal
from the princess tree
clings to the windshield—
I drive away
looking in the mirrorun pétale
de l’arbre impérial
s’accroche au pare-brise
je démarre
en regardant dans le rétroviseur
via 25 Canadian Tanka Poets in French and English : Atlas Poetica.… Read the rest
… Read the restFrom my own experience, and the experience of friends who had spent months to years to a lifetime devoted to little magazines and small presses, I knew in my bones that tinywords had become overwhelming. This stuff eats you alive. But I also knew, it’s damn hard to let go once you made your mark.
after the last train a man works the floor polisher alone almost
snow calculus — the slow accumulation
of almost nothing
turning the corner into the sudden warmth of sunlight
in a light rain
a woman pushes a shopping cart, singing “Wish You Were Here”
new glasses: all of my mistakes now painfully clear
the wool smell
of grandfather’s army coat —
frost-tipped leaves
(contributed to the 1,000 Verse Renga Project)… Read the rest
clearing sky–
cherry petals lying blown
upon the asphalt–
what have you taught us
except to fall, and fall, and fall?
published in American Tanka #16… Read the rest
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