breakfast
the bowl holds five yolks
from three eggs ::
suddenly thinking about
the lives of the chickens… Read the rest
if you're bored, you're not paying attention
breakfast
the bowl holds five yolks
from three eggs ::
suddenly thinking about
the lives of the chickens… Read the rest
in the train window
a flock of black birds
against the indigo sky
and like ghost birds
the reflections of streetlights… Read the rest
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
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
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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