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chicka chicka chicka tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on November 21, 2011| 2 Comments »

and the train
trundles through
the darkness
leaving in its wake
the most amazing silence

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“Because Mom, He’s Still Making Music”

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 11, 2011| 1 Comment »

When you are older
I wish you the same tug
you felt tonight—how when
we left the concert
you whimpered to go back

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Ouray Hot Spring Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 8, 2011| 1 Comment »

floating face up
in the black water
aswirl in the milky way—
with so small a breath
the body rises

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Rote Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on November 1, 2011| 1 Comment »

A is for absolutely
and B is just because
and C is what I forget to do
when I mindlessly follow
to get to the next darn thing.

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And I’m Going to Celebrate Being Alive Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on October 27, 2011| 1 Comment »

No way to miss it
tonight walking out
the door into the insistent
dazzle of stars,
what a miracle, this life.

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Tanka for Grief

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on October 25, 2011| 1 Comment »

Nothing, nothing, nothing
will take away
the loss.Still,
how I hate coming to you
with nothing.

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Tanka for Michelle

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on October 23, 2011| 1 Comment »

Dust it was, today
the road where once
we smudged each other with mud.
How little then we knew
of how messy things can be.

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Let’s Meet There

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on October 21, 2011| 2 Comments »

there is a moment
like water
beaded on the icicle
just before it
drips

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At the Memorial Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged on October 20, 2011| 1 Comment »

Behind the altar
a window paned
with red glass—
this more comfort
than hymns

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Autumnal

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on October 15, 2011| 2 Comments »

Walking together alone
in the dappled golden
aspen grove
our shadows
become light

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Every Moment, Precious

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on October 12, 2011| 3 Comments »

Somewhere in the mail
a picture of my son
sent yesterday
to eyes
that will not open again.

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October Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on October 6, 2011| 3 Comments »

Beneath the first snow
the cottonwood leaves
blaze gold—
With you, I want to speak
that language.

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If Time Could Be Measured in Bouquets

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on October 1, 2011| 1 Comment »

Picking cosmos
pink and white
I know nothing
but cosmos
pink and white

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Still in the Mud Phase Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on September 28, 2011| 1 Comment »

At seven, my son
knows everything.
His mother? She’s practicing
to be like a gulley
guttered after a flood

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Old Friends Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on September 26, 2011| 1 Comment »

You tell me
a terrible story
and I tell you mine.
Driving home, the aspen
have never been so gold.

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Accordion Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on September 7, 2011| 2 Comments »

was it this morning
or six years ago
the little boy
asking with both arms
for me to carry him

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Bare Soled

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on September 6, 2011| 1 Comment »

oh mountain
that I have tried
to climb for years, is that you
in the silt of this river
where I am wading?

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And Before, too, for that Matter

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on July 25, 2011| 1 Comment »

Traditionally, clouds are symbolic of things indeterminate. Composed of air and water, their essential nature can be attributed to neither element but arises in an obscuring of the two, a betwixt-and-between phenomenon, not unlike human beings, those nebulous creatures who themselves seem caught between realms, floating along between the shimmering horizons of birth and death, here and there, earth and heaven. -John P. O’Grady, "Clouding"

I am a sky filled
with hundreds of cliff swallows
spiraling, plummeting,

equal parts fall and wing, and
I am the emptiness after.

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So Many Walls Still

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged on July 11, 2011| 1 Comment »

All night I put up barriers.
Just hours ago,
in the gulley
the mud-heavy water
flowed right through my shadow.

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Quiet Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on June 20, 2011| 1 Comment »

After the house
has been emptied by blade,
by flame, by flood,
with such quiet feet
enters peace.

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