Tag: poem

When the Water and Sand Dance

shells washed by wave bubbles

When the water and sand dance, whence (whence?) their music? What is that music? What sense, what composition surfs itself in? Yes, the water — its bazillion droplets, the mini-jetsam line it etches. Yes, the sand — its gazillion granules, the sponging gauze-and-muslin of… Continue Reading “When the Water and Sand Dance”

Daybook

abstract of yellow leaves and rippled water

Sunday — September clouds trail the hillsides, misty fingers and thighs Monday — pancakes a little burned, gold leaves spend all their luck on scent Tuesday — you, a splash of yellow – you, the sun in the brook, our legs twined like branches… Continue Reading “Daybook”

Low Tide

At low tide I walk the sandbar Far out to sea Out to islands Of gulls and cormorants Leaving distant dots of people on shore. Terns dart and swoop Sandpipers race the tide The sea breathes Each wave exhales into the next. Immersed in… Continue Reading “Low Tide”

Wishbones Wins a National Award

We are thrilled to announce that Wishbones, haiku & senryu by Ben Moeller-Gaa with calligraphy by JS Graustein, has won The Haiku Foundation’s Touchstone Distinguished Book Award 2018. We would like to thank The Haiku Foundation for all they do to support English-language Japanese-form… Continue Reading “Wishbones Wins a National Award”

Caravan

desert mountains at sunrise

a tanka sequence first light of the eastern sun igniting the dust on my face: cowardice barefoot from land to land we search for pristine soil that satiates our souls bells tolling on the necks of camels this rhythm takes our deep silence to… Continue Reading “Caravan”

new moon, old ways

abstract of sunrise

six minutes after dawn to the west of moonset in rolling Pennsylvania hills a full moon eclipses in the east where sunrise burns red setting daughter passes rising mother paths cross coming and going un-blue-moon drops from jet ink heights through blazing white light… Continue Reading “new moon, old ways”

ALILA FEVER

colorized close up of water rippling over a rock

path between rice fields -lined with stone lanterns – bears the hotel’s new name

Wonderfold Winner

Wow! I can’t even express how excited I was to see the many wonderful submissions we received this month. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted! Our winner this month through much thought and consideration is Elizabeth Spencer Spragins’ Tanka. Take a look below and remember to check back in for our next edition of #Wonderfold!

I wonder what you see…

#WonderFold is a monthly feature that includes a prompt-based writing challenge on the first Monday of every odd month, followed by the publication of a winning response the first Monday of the next even month. INVITATION: All art grows out of paying attention: in… Continue Reading “I wonder what you see…”

Footfall

tide submerging a rock

I walk following shoe print and bird fork as they press along together for a stretch, as if their pressers met and shared some brief common cause— a conversation which trailed off, the human plodding above the edge of rough toss, fowl returning to… Continue Reading “Footfall”