Tanka, Tanka Prose and Tanka Sequences
edited by Jenny Ward Angyal
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- Written by: Dru Philippou
I follow
the stitchwort path . . .
an old hideout
tilted in the branches
between earth and sky
the sycamore
where a child
once fled—
beneath the bark
the hidden scars
unearthing
the doll I buried
in the roots—
she spills her sawdust
on the wind
over the years
the seeping resin
transformed to amber—
the weight of grief
resting in my palm
early stars
against the dusk
a barred owl
returns to the hollow
hauling new dreams
- by Dru Philippou
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- Written by: John Budan
The Pulitzer Prize winner rarely comments on my poems, but once I sent him a list of wildflowers I had seen while climbing in the Cascades. He responded that it was the best “poem” I had ever written, stating that the beautiful words for flowers were all that mattered:
columbia lewisia
glacier lilies
orange agoseris
I continue submitting lists of plants, trees, birds, and herbs to various poetry journals, but so far all I receive are rejections. One critic described my poet friend as a “trickster.” I’m not sure what she meant.
still climbing
beyond the summit
of cold mountain
only his poems
left behind
- by John Budan