jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

‘as wind skitters’ (my tanka adjudged ‘excellent’ in the 7th International Tanka Festival Competition)

My tanka adjudged ‘excellent’ among others well-known in the tanka sphere:

as wind skitters
through dry sedge
this thought
of shredded feathers
persistent

dry grass at English Bay, West End, Vancouver, BC

…at The 7th International Tanka Festival Competition, 2012 by Japan Tanka Poets’ Society, with 589 entries from all over the world that passed through the four judges: Jane Reichhold (U. S. A.), Beverley George (Australia), Yasuhiro Kawamura (Japan), and Aya Yuhki (Japan). Another tanka was adjudged ‘fine’.

CONGRATULATIONS to many friends in the terrific harvest!!!

 

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November 7, 2012 Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

My Most Beautiful Thing: an odd rainbow (so far)


(a haibun diary entry)

…the walk I had written you about did happen at a bird sanctuary estuary from the arm of the Fraser River that we know and a beach, first on foot paths that slithered among reeds and sedge grass taller than me, blushes of wild daisies with red hearts and knots like hairs on tips of red cloud weeds, getting wilder as the path deepened into the trees, the air singing with chirps and love calls or chatter rising from the thick clumps of more grass by the water’s edge—a gravel walk finally came to view and out of the canopy of brambles the sky spanned out with a swatch of pink, unlike the tender pink dabs we had waken some dawns but more like an odd rainbow of pinks we haven’t seen yet, straying from the sun’s aureole, but as if only for show because it began thinning out into a breath as the walk curved toward the river shore, same sands we would braid our steps on those mornings that summer a year ago and so, imagine me recalling us

sinking feet in the sand
we draw the tide line
closer to our morning

(My Most Beautiful Thing “blogsplash” celebrates Fiona Robyn’s new novel, The Most Beautiful Thing.)


April 25, 2012 Posted by | haibun, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

‘from sedge’ haiga5 for haiga-a-day at 19 Planets Art Blog

from sedge haiga5

My fifth post for haiga-a-day challenge on Rick Daddario’s 19 Planets Art Blog. I’ve ventured this time into creating my own artwork. I’m saying so as a caveat for the crudeness of this watercolor attempt. I mentioned that I did dabble in drawing ages ago but never did get an actual training. I had thought that reading a lot for the writing I used to do and interviewing great Filipino artists would work a miracle in me–what improbable thought, no? I guess I still do think it’s possible and so my daring to post this haiga:

from sedge
to sedge no stalk
firm enough
to hold a wing–
damselflies

A five-line haiku? I’m not sure this is legitimate. And if not, consider this a draft then, along with the childlike drawing!

September 11, 2011 Posted by | haiga, haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment