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POETICA
Number 3 Spring 2009
M. Kei, Editor
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Atlas Poetica : A Journal of Poetry of Place in Modern English Tanka, a biannual print
journal, is dedicated to publishing and promoting fine poetry of place in modern English
tanka (including variant forms of tanka). Atlas Poetica is interested in both traditional and
innovative verse of high quality and in all serious attempts to assimilate the best of the
Japanese waka/tanka genres into a continuously developing English short verse tradition.
In addition to verse, Atlas Poetica publishes articles, essays, reviews, interviews,
letters to the editor, etc., related to tanka poetry of place.
Atlas Poetica : A Journal of Poetry of to this cricket song." For Amelia Fielden
Place was founded to provide a home for "ten dolphins" become a nursery song right
tanka that could not easily be published in before her eyes.
the mainstream journals. It publishes long, The poets of Atlas Poetica call things by
including extremely long sequences, tanka their real names. They write about real
prose, multiple author works, experimental places, real events, real issues, real people.
works, and content that demands more of The poetic imagination is unleashed by the
the reader than the comfortable challenge of telling the unnoticed truth.
sentimentality the characterizes much of Stereotypes and conventions, knee jerk
modern tanka in English. reactions and travel guide advertisements
Through the medium of place the poets do not do justice to the complexity of our
in the current issue tackle difficult topics, lives or the places in which we live. By
such as war, crime, racism, xenophobia, grappling with reality poets are forced to
anti-Semitism, poverty, environmentalism, dig deep into themselves. They must bear
adoption, and more. These are topics that witness to all that they have seen—for
make up only a small portion of the good or ill. The 'controlled ambiguity' that
published ouvre of tanka in English, yet is a hallmark of tanka includes moral
they are vitality important, bringing us ambiguity. They reach deep into the
some of the most wrenching and human soul and pull out something of
demanding works of literature in the lasting value, something that inhabits the
canon. mysterious wilderness deep inside our
In describing his military training hearts.
during WWII when Americans are fighting You cannot take a bus to scale the cliffs
to end Nazism, Sanford Goldstein is still of history. You must pull yourself up with
frightened that his comrades in arms might your own hands, bark your knees on the
"shoot this “dirty-jew” me." Ella rocks, and take the risk of falling. The
Wagemakers presents the other side of poets of Atlas Poetica have abandoned
Amsterdam's famed liberalism when she comfort in the quest for truth, and what
tells her children "the women are selling / they have discovered is wondrous,
beachwear and lingerie." Kirsty Karkow frightening, and inspiring.
promises a friend afraid of HIV "to go with
her / to the inner city clinic." ~K~
Yet amidst the terrors of the real world,
there are pleasures and sustenance for the M. Kei
soul. John Daleiden celebrates "our burden Editor, Atlas Poetica
lightened / my sisters and brothers" in
honor of Junteenth, the anniversary of the Gosses Bluff. 142 millions years ago an asteroid
or comet slammed into what is now the Missionary
emancipation of the slaves in the United
Plains in Australia's Northern Territory, forming a
States. Vasile Moldavan takes heart from crater 24 km in diameter and 5 km deep.
the song of a cricket and begs his minister, Cover Image courtesy of USGS National Center
"give up the vespers service [. . .] to listen for EROS and NASA Landsat Project Science Office
~California, USA
“Buenos días—“
the voices of children
on the playground;
alone among so many
my brown skin different than theirs
~Saskatchewan, Canada
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The Black Straw Hat generations
Patricia Prime! Owen Bullock
a slight breath
is all that holds her here,
a keepsake anchor
for the little life
expressed in words!
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 11
Vecernie / Vespers
Vasile Moldovan
Father, please
give up the vespers service
for a moment
to listen to this cricket song
in the stillness of the even
Sfâr#itul slujbei-
fumul lumân"rilor înnegrind
toate icoanele,
dar fe!ele oamenilor
atât de surâz"toare
End of prayer—
the candles' smoke blackening
all the icons,
but the people's faces
are so smiling
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war rubble
stanley pelter
firework sky
splinters shapes
of a peregine falcon dive
no camouflage
in any white field
~Newark, England
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Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo
Paul Mercken
wat is er gaande
achter de brede waaier
Midday Lunch
van de koningspalm?
een Salesiaan geeft les Michele L. Harvey
aan de straatjeugd van de stad
midday lunch
qu’est ce qui se passe in a bustling city park
derrière le vaste éventail below chinatown
du palmier royal? between knotted roots
un Salésien instruit the dimpled dens of rats
la jeunesse de la rue
he took me
what is happening to a faceless city block
behind the giant fan devoid of trees
of the royal palm? there, he said,
a Don Bosco priest teaches we shall build a little nest
youngsters from the city streets and call it home
just we two
onder de ogen at the reception
van Tintin en Lucky Luke in a diner
wassen en baden on that first day of spring
achter die stroomversnelling just outside city hall
nog een hoofdstad, Brazzaville
~Manhattan, New York, USA
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Seamen’s Bethel, New Bedford
Jeffrey Woodward
the boys would have grog The light of this world for a time is dipped with
and mealy hardtack, mother, whalers in the blood of their prey, the flesh
and are gone a-sailin’, and harpoon together cleansed. Ego non
the boys for grog are gone down baptizo te in nomine patris—how cleverly
to the hold with the captain Melville put a sinner’s Latin in the mouth of his
mad captain!—sed in nomine diaboli . . . . The
That rasping shanty of a drunken nor’easter wick in the oil lamp gutters.
comes and goes briefly to come, again, and
rattle the panes in this chapel with stammering would he send me
sleet. a fin of that Whale
! on the devil’s tines
Why did I come here? Perhaps, as Melville forged in a hail of sparks
once did, for a respite from December’s bitter yet raw from snout to tail
weather. Thirty-one cenotaphs on the wall
name and number the men who did not dock, Melville has, yes, and does. The winter light of
again, at this port—an Icarus who fell New England is constant and pewter on the
headlong from topmast to deck, a Jonah who panes. I rise to take my leave but the thirty-one
paled as a shark’s morsel, a Joseph somehow tablets stay, the winding-sheet of the wind
lost by his seafaring brethren. A ship’s log unraveling below in the harbor.
preserved each of their names, though their
bodies it could not. I’ve sat in his pew, then,
not unpredictably far
thirty-one tablets back from the pulpit . . .
of stone on the wall I shut the chapel door, sleet
and what then? what on the cobbles of Johnny Cake Hill
then should one tablet
happen to fall? (Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, Chapter 6: But in
New Bedford . . .)
But in New Bedford, Melville wrote, actual .
cannibals stand chatting at street corners; (Melville, op. cit., Chapter 113: Ego non
savages outright; many of whom yet carry on baptizo . . .)
their bones unholy flesh. It makes a stranger .
(Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne, June 29, 1851:
stare.
Shall I send you a fin of the Whale by way of a
specimen mouthful? The tail is not yet cooked—
Yes, that it would, without question. The though the hell-fire in which the whole book is
Quaker merchants, too, fretted over the souls broiled might not unreasonably have cooked it all
of sailors who’d snuggle up with a fifth in a ere this. This is the book's motto (the secret one),
local brothel and founded, after gnawing on —Ego non baptiso te in nomine—but make out the
that bone, the New Bedford Port Society for rest yourself.)
the Moral Improvement of Seamen. Hence,
this salt-cured and seasick chapel.
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 15
Pre-Holocaust: Growing up in Cleveland
Sanford Goldstein
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 16
Goldstein, cont.
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 17
asked
Along the Way
to attend a midnight mass,
I went, Bob Lucky
how vivid and deep and sonorous
the words I could not know because our son is sleeping in late we
drive into town because of a detour on
at times Xihu Da Dao we get lost because we get
young people came lost we walk up a hill because we walk up
to our door a hill we come across a Kuan Yin temple
and I let them in because we have to get down we decide
to speak about faith to take another path because we take a
different path we find a Uyghur stall
naive in Cleveland, selling flatbread stuffed with onions and
I never once thought anyone unidentifiable spices piquant and sweet
would say I killed Christ
until a soldier in my army platoon long metal tongs
bruised my ears on a full-pack march remove a flatbread
from the tandoor—
during maneuvers handing over a few coins
I too threw a window grenade I singe the hair on my arm
I knifed a straw figure:
my one fear was that someone squatting
would shoot this "dirty-jew" me before a plastic tub
full of dead sparrows
~Cleveland, Ohio, United States an old man laughs at me
while I wave the bread to cool it
~Hangzhou, China
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 18
I follow Your Course Winter in de Gambia /
Winter in Gambia
Alexej von Glasenapp
Paul Mercken
The glance you shed
I followed its course
advent of a breeze— in de ochtendmist
curving mighty dunes visserbootsilhouetten
embracing the ocean op de pier een kat
zacht glijden op het water
Each day I listened prauwen vogelliefhebbers
timbres of your sound—
joyous tambourine
sullen violin in the morning fog
my hypnotic drum fishing boat silhouettes
on the pier a cat
Your laughter echoed softly glide on the water
spread by candlelight canoes full of bird watchers
cascaded in falls
rushed my veins
trembled my senses in de baobab
zit een reuzenijsvogel
~Giessen, Germany hoog cirkelen gieren
overal waar de bus stopt!
duiken er kinderen op
in the baobab
sits a giant kingfisher
vultures circle high
every time the bus stops
children pop up from nowhere
~Gambia
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 19
Middle Lake, Saskatchewan
Angela Leuck
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 20
~Leuck, cont. Lost and Found
in your
universe I become
a shimmering canyon
vast and yet
unapproachable
suspended
between moon and stars
the remnants
of you and me
drifting, drifting
~Toronto, Canada
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 21
Tor House
Jeffrey Woodward
you praised this coast in poems, you loved (Robinson Jeffers, "To the Stone-cutters," in Tamar &
a woman and here raised two sons, Other Poems (1924): Man will be blotted out . . .
and The square-limbed Roman letters . . .)
foreordained, like all flesh, to oblivion. Or
so your stubborn eloquence would have it. (Robinson Jeffers, "Carmel Point," in Hungerfield &
Other Poems (1954): an unbroken field of poppy
Before your death, you witnessed this and lupin . . .)
granite perch being hedged by others’
houses and lamented your loss of an
unbroken field of poppy and lupin. Even
so, these pilgrims that you living
sometimes pitied, sometimes despised,
they come now to marvel at your
handiwork, even now to rest their hands
upon your stone.
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 22
Death in the Afternoon imagining the space
Bob Lucky Owen Bullock
The way the light from the setting sun it’s about
comes through the glass door and spills finding everything
across the marble floor of the lobby would but not all at once
be comfort enough if not for the body of a rain slides down
dead fly ripping into the light and lying in the physicist’s window
the puddle of its shadow. I sweep it aside !
with my shoe before the crowd behind me she is alone
tramples it underfoot. in that barn
looking for
sinking lower the boundaries of art
into the worn sofa— & where the ants come in
doctor’s waiting room !
the face of a clock reflected if I work hard enough
in the TV’s dark screen I may give up
this broom
~Hangzhou, China for a clip-board
& a lunch break
!
the real problem
is reducing the calls;
she still thinks
he should be fair
even in the lawyer’s office
~New Zealand
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Gippsland waters1 Ninety Mile Beach5 . . .
who would seek to measure
Jo McInerney the wind
the sky, the furrowed water
reaching to world’s end
silt jetties
at Eagle Point Bluff ~southeast Victoria, Australia
the Mitchell’s
alpine springs now sift
through Lake King’s fingers !
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 24
Lime Tree Legs of Invisible Desire
Magdalena Dale M. Kei
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 25
In de Oostertuin genietend van chrysanten * / Enjoying
Chrysanthemums in the Eastern Garden
Paul Mercken
Ik neem mijn kruikje * The classic poem by Bai Juyi (Po Tsu-ji),
en ga daar zitten drinken. 813, rewritten by Paul Mercken into a
Voor jullie blijf ik. tanka suite from the Dutch translation of
Nu trekken voor mijn ogen the Chinese original by W. L. Idema, Bai
mijn jongelingsjaren voorbij. Juyi. Gedichten en proza, gekozen,
vertaald en toegelicht, Amsterdam/
Antwerpen: Uitgeverij Atlas, 2001, pp.
I bring my bottle, 228-229:
meaning to have a draught there.
For you guys I stay. Professor Idema's original:
I let the years of my youth
pass before my very eyes. Mijn jonge jaren zijn allang verstreken,
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 26
De jaren van mijn bloei zijn nu ook heen:
Hoe ben ik met een hart vol eenzaamheid
Entrance & Exit
Daarbij beland in deze oude tuin?
!!In deze tuin sta ik zo lang, alleen - Terra Martin
De zon is mat en wind en dauw zijn kil.
Het najaarsgras heeft alles overwoekerd,
De fraaie heesters zijn verlept, gehavend.! Ms. Sandler signals to the class from the
!! Er zijn alleen maar enkele chrysanten, piano. "Do, ray, me, faaaah." We begin
Daar bij de schutting, pas voor kort and the door opens.
ontloken.
Ik breng mijn kruik en ga daar zitten Daffodil-colored shoes squeak as she
drinken – enters. Bright purple leggings call attention
Om jullie zal ik hier nog even blijven!! to her pixie-like build. A tangerine top
!! ‘k Herinner me de dagen van mijn under the faded denim jacket is covered
jeugd, with rhinestones. Her purse is an effigy of
Hoe licht ik door mijn lusten werd geleid a foot and half long speckled trout
Want zag ik wijn, ik kende tijd noch maat suspended on a nylon red shoulder strap.
En was al vrolijk voor ik had gedronken.
!! De laatste tijd, sinds ik wat ouder werd, " Oops wrong class," she says. Ms. Sandler
Wordt het me moeilijker om te genieten, sniffs as the door closes.
En takel ik nog verder af, dan vrees ik
Dat mij geen drank nog vreugde brengen
kan. embroidered
!! Maar waarom, vraag ik de chrysanten, cushions, perfectly plumped
bloeien jullie glitzy
Als enige nog in dit laat seizoen? like the compliments
Natuurlijk is dat niet vanwege mij – you throw here, there
Toch voel ik mij door jullie opgemonterd.!
scavenging
Republished with permission. through the sock drawer
my life
dabs of color but
not a pair in sight
once more
that dream of sailing
the indigo sky
above foamy waves
a spray of stardust
~Toronto, Canada
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 27
Rewinding Fort William *
Guy Simser
she’s an east-ender
you’re from west fort street
think about it!
everything, but for that,
is perfect, he said
as a teen, I scoffed
at dad’s thick wool plaid shirt
today, I’d tell him
it suits me to a “T”
if I could
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 28
Short Flashbacks of a Long- On a Beach at Polillo Island
Ago Trip to The Philippines
Ella Wagemakers
Ella Wagemakers !
lying lazily
my husband and I
I want on holiday
to show him our lakes eavesdropping as a couple
and volcanoes argue about their affair
the pride in my country
I usually keep hidden on the beach
that same coconut tree
playing tourist with coconuts . . .
in my hometown !!!!! I no longer wait
I rush !!!!! for them to fall
through a blur of older faces
and three native languages my husband
tries his hand
sunshine on at haiku
the pineapple field the English words
a rich harvest with Dutch spellings
back in The Netherlands
they’ll cost "2,39 a tin one day
he wants to retire
at the market on the islands
of one mountain tribe the same ones I left
woven baskets when I married him
a native woman in costume
offers to take my picture ~The Philippines
~The Philippines
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 29
remembering Do’s and Don’ts
stanley pelter
sometimes i remember his resigned look; re-image others to refill silences of those on the
wrong side of locked doors in a grey gas factory empty even of shadows. sometimes i
remember excitement and acceptance; acceptance of! solutions to ills which might solve
his own. i don’t remember him succumbing to the fatuous, or correspondences to blind
faith. don’t remember him talking about conspiratorial outcomes or remember him
carrying home a book. i do remember ‘hanging is too good’, and the ice-cold anger inside
his stabbed voice. i remember fingering his face, contours of painful survival, detailed
trails spread across maps of extensive carnage.
~Newark, England
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 30
surviving the Shadow
stanley pelter
where mountain crags hide in ice
he walks naked
a camp of gas
casts
a concentration of shadows
Here I am, unanchored and with upturned sight, moving on, with mother’s mattress tied
to me and a King James’s bible shredded through a distant grandfather’s mangled journey. An
imposition from another place limps across a pulsing shadow. Trembles ricochet from coal to gas
and echo through a cusp of lime-drenched pits. In adjacent dimensions Babel language tribes
come and go. Rivers solidify in beds of ancient blood, their surfaces, even before sunrise,
simulating mirrors. This may be the day differences are nailed. Who knows? Not ancient blood.
Not that searing light casting Faustian shadows inside urban meltdown. Not anybody. Not
anything. Only time can pan these mushroom sensations into gold.
Today yet another path splits into the mass of tomorrow shadow. Yet another virginal
fusion grasps fission. Each day of each crescent moon night connects and disconnects. Shadows
learn darkness when left to outshine light. Flitting shapes enclose crumpled space and a black so
turgid it tingles spines of even those with the secret of leaking shadows through multi-tasking
showerheads. Here is shadow music that enhances a resounding silence.
Today breaks the mould. Today is aromatic. Lost in icon-ingested flavours that penetrate
subdued lights of anticipation, his path splits into sparkling emanations. His new smile sheen is
viscous, rich in a translucency that darkly glows into the impalpable aura of blue-black recesses,
like those spacious Japanese temple shadows designed to guide toward variety and mystery and
safety.
Before any light can refute and deny, simply heard vibrations quiver into a taut line.
Carefree, he dances along this tightrope, singing with upturned sight and making such a noise as
befits a person who is a Shadow survivor.
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 31
War and Peace
a teenage girl
White wicker chair stoned to death
at the edge of the sea . . . for daring to love—
a man in white linen the evening sky
reads Tolstoy, his trousers in full spectrum
rolled over his knees.
~George Swede
~Alexis Rotella Bashika, Iraq
Nice, France
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 32
War and Peace, cont.
his eyes
came back from Iraq
Shangri-La and joined the wall
scent of yak-butter lamps with the eyes
the chant of monks . . . from Vietnam
I am here and not here
awaiting the coming ~M. Kei
Grundy Center, Iowa, USA
~André Surridge,
Shangri-la
in the college corridor,
the faint ululation of
an Arabic prayer . . .
today's news which mirror are the students
of unspeakable deaths looking into?
disappears somewhere
into memory— ~M. Kei
first tomato blooms Harford Community College, Bel Air,
Maryland, USA
~George Swede
Seaton Village, Toronto, Canada
autumn hunt:
way down there in the village
a sinner
demolishing enters the clapboard church:
Mt. Eden Prison God’s got binoculars too?
excavators discover
the remains of six prisoners ~Guy Simser
and a disused railway track Canada
~Patricia Prime
New Zealand summer
and the world at peace . . .
if only
this were the calm
as boys after the storm
they blew on blades of grass
held between thumbs ~André Surridge
now they lie on the battlefield Hamilton, New Zealand
steel between their ribs
~André Surridge
Somme, France
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 33
Mourning
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 34
~Mourning, cont. a tree
full of fog,
sealing
although she's dead, the world
the doe's eyes in a silent tomb
still ask me
questions about fate ~M. Kei
and the deeds of men Perryville, Maryland, USA
~M. Kei
Perryville, Maryland, USA !! ! All that remains
lesser now,
the off-chance sight
of a stranger
that wears some piece
of your lost ways
~Michele L. Harvey
New York, USA
that cat
who kept to himself
still slides
around half-seen corners
only my mind can see
~Michele L. Harvey
New York, USA Planned topics for next issue include
winter and kyoka (humor).
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 35
Urban
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 36
~Urban, cont.
summer walk
sitting on the cold along an avenue of green
marble steps in the porch and shadows
of Britomart we drift closer each step
a posse of students to the edge of!autumn
waiting for the free bus
~Dawn Bruce
~Patricia Prime Art Gallery Road, Sydney, Australia
New Zealand
sleeping
dark city street with the windows open—
the red light the thwack thwack
of an ambulance of the night watchman’s staff
growing larger loud and comforting
growing smaller
~Bob Lucky
~Peggy Heinrich Hangzhou, China
New York City, USA
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 37
Summer
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 38
Por ahora
James Tipton su deseo de amarla
es más grande todavía!
Martha Alcántar and Gabriela que el deseo de ella
Ocampo Ocampo, translators de estar enojada.
(Previously appeared in El Ojo del Lago, Chalapa, I knew she was not for me
Mexico, November, 2008) which is why I permitted
only part of me
to follow her
(I like to hang out at this popular coffee shop in
into her apartment.
Chapala, Mexico. The women who work there—
Claudia, Clio, and Rocío—are very beautiful. I have
fallen in love with all of them.) (English version previously appeared in El Ojo del
Lago, Chalapa, Mexico, November, 2008)
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 39
~Tipton, cont.
Tu preguntas: ¿Como estaba ella
En la Catedral de Lima cuando hizo el amor?
el hombre viejo Esa bahía cálida en Guayabitos
quien ha perdido a su esposa lavando cada pulgada cuadrada
muy fuerte maldice de tu cuerpo.!
Padre, Hijo, y Espíritu Santo.
You ask what she was like
In the Cathedral of Lima when she made love?
the old man That warm bay at Guayabitos
who lost his wife washing over every square inch
loudly curses of your body.
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.!
~near Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
~Lima, Peru
(Guayabitos is a lovely little resort community on
the Pacific coast of southern Mexico, about one
(I was sitting with a rather exquisite young Peruvian
hour north of the far more sophisticated Puerto
lady one afternoon in the Cathedral of Lima—a
Vallarta. I like Guayabitos, which is more popular
huge baroque cathedral that was actually designed
with Mexicans than Americans. The bay is sweet
by Francisco Pizarro who conquered the Incas and
and gentle and very satisfying.)
founded Lima (the chapel was built beginning in
1564). At the main altar, shouting loudly and
shaking his fist at the figure of the suffering Christ,
stood an old man, in worn but mended clothing,
who had recently lost his wife. As two priests En esta alta meseta desierta
approached him, he turned and strode past us de vez en cuando las noches
down the main aisle and then through the huge
doors. His weary face was wet with tears.) son tan claras que cada palabra
dicha en el universo
habla ahora. !
Ella ha vivido junto al Rio San Miguel
tanto tiempo que en la noche
fluye por su corazón. On this high desert mesa
Ahora nunca sabrá ella sometimes the nights
que esta vacio. are so clear that every word
ever spoken in the universe
She’s lived by the San Miguel River speaks!now.
so long that at night
~near Grand Junction, Colorado, USA
it! runs through her heart.
Now she will never know (I lived for almost a decade on a high mesa (7000’)
what emptiness is. in western Colorado, near the Utah border. At night
the moon and the stars were so bright and the
~near Telluride, Colorado, USA mesa was so silent that the silence itself seemed to
become sound.)
(There are many San Miguel Rivers in north
America, but this lovely one is near Telluride in the
mountains of southwestern Colorado.) !
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~Tipton, cont. André Surridge
No, no te he ovidado,
y antes de la ultima nevada
te conoceré otra vez
Station Hotel
en el agua caliente
while guests enjoy breakfast
abajo del Paso de la Montaña Roja.!
grey squirrels
in the back courtyard
No, I have not forgotten you,
forage through rubbish bins
and before the last snow
I will!meet you again
~Knaresborough, England
in the hot springs
below Red Mountain Pass.
~Samso, Denmark
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~Surridge, cont.
~Singapore ~Brazil
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I keep waiting
Alexis Rotella for little people
to climb out of
My brother who won’t take off his beard—
a day to attend a funeral Bill Higginson.
thinks nothing of !
missing a day ~Haiku Society of America meeting, New
to go on a mushroom hunt. York, USA
~Indiana, Pennsylvania, USA
Shanty town—
wedding at the Central Hotel . . .
On the shoulder
A cigarette burn
of this busy autumn highway,
on the bride’s
an old man
hoop skirt.
on a bike towing home
his wooden canoe.!
~Sagamore, Pennsylvania, USA
~Severna Park, Maryland, USA
Hitchhiker
These stone steps I walk up waving
to see my mother after surgery a milkweed stalk—
the same steps I bet he also
I hurried down writes haiku.
in first grade after mine.
~Fryeburg, Maine, USA
~Windber Hospital, Pennsylvania, USA
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~Rotella, cont.
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The door open all day
George Swede yet the fly stays
on the sealed window
much like some among us
The scents of who seek the light
seaweed and salt
the squish of mud . . . ~Ajijic, Mexico
my sense of self
ebbing with the tide
As I clean, new dust
~English Bay, Vancouver spirals in a sunbeam
to settle behind me—
stubborn, the hints!
of our destiny
Just leaf scraps
in the fence corner web ~Ajijic, Mexico
but the hidden spider!
is doing better than I—
the page still blank My dream life
has become more engaging
~Our backyard, Seaton Village, Toronto, than the real one—
Canada the dewdrops on the thorns
hold red roses
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~Swede, cont. stanley pelter
A movie about
soft body
a family!
in great working order
much like ours . . .
her medusa fuzz
the moon at zenith
makes him break
we talk
many of their rules
~Ajijic, Mexico ~London, England
ignoring ethics
The body knows more science
than the mind and much else
about many things— the two of us
gazed at from behind face a moonglow night
the woman looks back
~Isle of Arran, Scotland
~Downtown Toronto, Canada
~Newark, England
!
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~pelter, cont.
~Newark, England
ducks
like boats
drifting
towards the night sky
and the past
the rose
is still there
on the stem
pink and fragrant
though the woman has gone
in a shallow swamp
the vast blue sky
reflected
I walk carefully
Owen Bullock to the edge
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do their calls
Amelia Fielden criss-crossing the park
signal the close
two mallards of this winter's day
sail across Green Lake, for the five o'clock birds ?
their wakes
never quite intersecting—
I have friends like that the 373 slows,
instinctively I hail it—
but why,
the train sways I haven't lived at Coogee
with its smell of dust for over forty years
and oranges—
through scratched windows
perfect reflections on a lake high tea once
in an Oxford garden
unshadowed
a snowfall by all the actions
of blossom petals of my adult life
cloaks our driveway—
cries the child "you musn't ~Australia
crush those fairy wings"
no microphone,
the political speakers
outperformed
by a magpie chorus
perched above the dais
little finches
in the camellia bush
stirring green— Guy Simser
'if winter's here,
can spring be far behind' kneeling, head over
this boreal forest pond
reflecting on
winter field: a bobbing fish head
a magpie scavenging in blackfly egg scum
in the snow
summer memories (thanks to W. C. Stevens)
half-buried like first love
~Canada
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the pelican plunges
Rose Hunter emerges
with nothing
on the TV you were not
warnings of who I thought you were
“tornadic activity”
keep shifting to ~Tlaquepaque, Mexico
where I’m heading
iguana
Pierrot our seed
costume planted all those years ago
and you fooling lies dormant, still
next to the pyramids without sunlight, who knows
the depth of its beauty
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mountain stream
Margarita Engle the fallen log
a bridge
green landscape between two green
the patient oxen shades of forest
a horseman
stops to visit ~California's Sierra Nevada Mountains
the witches' hut
~Cuba fences
the old woman answers
when asked
white sand
what had changed most
and black coral
since her youth
a pineapple
on the beach
~California's Sierra Nevada foothills
crisscrossed by ghost crabs
~Cuba
alone
in the foothills
old sea wall I sit
beside centaurs and mermaids and listen
of stone to the mountain lion's cry
the patience of people
watching the sea ~California's Sierra Nevada foothills
~Cuba
poison oak
even in my throat
insomnia and yet
on an island on this spring morning
of hammocks a goldfinch returns from afar
no border
between night and day ~California's Sierra Nevada foothills
~Curacao
ant hills
on the orchard road
migration reclaiming
painted lady butterflies the wild terrain
and azure moths of peaches
fly together
away ~California's Central Valley
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~Engle, cont. Bobbette A. Mason
farm night
blooming daylilies
in Orion's Belt
!!!!!!!!! a neighbor’s cat
a thread of cloud
beds down in splendor
weaves its way
rises from a morning nap
between stars
indifferent to my gaze
~California's Central Valley ~Wilmington, Delaware, USA
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half asleep
Bob Lucky sitting on the toilet
working backwards
the first
through every meal
good pomelo
the last two days
this season
we go to the market
~Hangzhou, China
and don’t even haggle
~Hangzhou, China
the Blue Angels
over Lake Washington—
along the river who else notices
a bamboo forest the fly that lands
of fishing poles on the poached salmon
leaning into the breeze
coming in from the sea ~Seafair, Seattle 2008
~Hangzhou, China
in the rain
my son runs to the river
and back
because he felt like it
he says, and why not
~Hangzhou, China
Deborah P Kolodji
we brace ourselves
sonic booms
with tea and Chinese phrasebook—
as the space shuttle lands
Great Wall Motors
at Edwards . . .
afterwards we aren’t sure
my Star Trek plates
what color car we bought
rattle in the cupboard
~Hangzhou, China
"for sale sign"
late at night in front of our old house
the rattle of the sewer I wish I could buy it again
cover but without you
doesn’t disturb me this time
as much as the neighbor’s dog
~Temple City, California, USA
~Hangzhou, China
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Patricia Prime
dragonflies while fossicking
snap at the headlands in the black dunes
hovering of Whatipu beach
above an ice-cream sea we find a seahorse skeleton,
before heading into the blue a lost shoe and a tyre
~New Zealand
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Dawn Bruce here and there
in the field the farmer left
a toddler a few tufts
hides in Moore's Corn Maidens, as sacrifice
'reclining mother and child' for the geese and the crows
is he the whisper
from our!secrets
we dismantle!
and move the woodpile
touched to another spot
by dappled light!I walk deep in its heart
Art Gallery Road the skin of snakes
Monet's water lilies
touches me from within
a jay
~Art Gallery Rd, Sydney Australia whittles!away the suet
while the sun
eats into the snowbank
this side of the hill
the mind
Michele L. Harvey of mother!
tortured!by demons . . .
at the bend after her death, the tool shed
I hear the freight train blow filled with pitchforks and rakes
turtle eggs
hatch by riverside tracks
in the soft depths of cinder he said, that cat
formed a bridge of laughter
between us
much like us we'll keep him in the freezer
the scarecrows hold hands until the spring thaw comes
this spring
some wren has nested
in the pocket of your pants she never made
that promised rag doll
between buttons
seeking quiet in her tin sewing box
after the argument . . . the cold stare of eyes
in her garden
she plants peonies
with the eyes facing up !
~Harvey, cont.
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a loaded hay wagon
barren trees I share
stand knee deep in their own leaves the slow rising moon
when you with a lone coyote
have seen enough of me
will the wind be my friend?
alone
after his passing
hydrangeas blush his dog
in the cool autumn dawn for a full fortnight
a robin lingers calls the moon down
between tall, white heads
~Hamilton, New York
of tombstones
the lover
she never saw again
after her husband
chased him down the street Sean Wills
with a shotgun in his hands
the River Liffey
is slow today
it ends workmen trudging home
about a quarter mile in the city cut in two
a rough-hewn wall glass and old brick
trapped in the forest glade
with the day's last rays ~River Liffey, Dublin, Ireland
~Ashbourne, Ireland
the noise
of the school bus louder
at the turnaround piano music
a whitewashed cross playing
festooned with beer cans in a red room
the laughter of bar patrons
ignores the music
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Marje A. Dyck Brian Zimmer
toward evening
forest exudes
the scent of pine— the habit
two tiny sandpipers of his madness
share my stretch of sand boys follow
their raving father
to the harbour’s edge
fat fox sparrows
on the beach ~Hamilton Harbour, Lake Ontario, Canada
brisk air
tells me (The poem is based on a scene that visibly upset
they will soon leave witnesses who appeared fearful for the young boys
trying to be invisible and keep close to their
disturbed father. The shared look on their faces
suggested this was not a one-off experience.)
against a tree
I shelter from the wind
May sunshine
trickles into my bones your favourite season
the earth still damp gilds the distant hills
impossible to stanch
the reddening escarpment
in the blue distance impossible your passing
through binoculars
Mallard and his mate ~Niagara Escarpment above Hamilton,
draw a silent path Ontario, Canada.
over still waters
(In memory of my mother born September 1936,
died April 2008.)
luna
your pale green wings
into the flame
the moon sinks slowly pine needles
on the horizon gentle the forest floor
another boy
in a place we could
country road trust to be safe
clover and fleabane
nod in the wind— ~Southwestern Ohio woods, mid-1970s
the everlasting things
of childhood
~Canada
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M. Kei
A t l a s P o e t i c a • I s s u e 3 • P a g e 57
Peggy Heinrich Ella Wagemakers
road songs . . .
I used to hitchhike
to the city
the old house nothing
but a roof between rides
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Book Reviews
Atlas Poetica welcomes book reviews context from which the work is drawn. The
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of place. We accept non-fiction submission by addressing topics and feelings that are
year round. Please contact us with your universal to humanity but with a special
idea to see if it is something that might affinity for women. Motherhood is a
interest us. subject that translates well.
a memory now,
Cicada Forest Reviewed by my son's
M. Kei soprano voice
like the myth
Cicada Forest : An Anthology of Tanka of the stars
Mariko Kitakubo
Amelia Fielden, trans. Many of the poems in Cicada Forest will
Kadokawa Shoten be readily received due to their similarity
Tokyo, Japan, 2008 to other works and treatments popular in
189 pp, perfect pound, color cover, 9" x 6" English-language tanka.
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Many of the poems in the book address men's sizes too wide,
her relationships with men—her ex- kid's size
husband, lovers, men she encounters in not long enough,
the travels—all appear with a great this is the time
frequency, and sometimes with surprising of the voice-changing size
intensity. The appreciation that Kitakubo
has for men of all sorts, including those do you remember
who are presumably much younger than yourself
herself, is new territory for North American when you would smile
readers. Male tanka poets have often as if your cradle
praised younger women, but the older were a warm pool of sun?
woman who is equally frank about
younger men is still a relatively rare coaxed
phenomenon. by my boy
to keep my hair long,
is he an evil spirit I began 1999
or a god, without cutting it
that handsome Masai boy?
his gleaming body his back
has the gloss of silk in a navy-blue dufflecoat,
is lost in the swirl
Kitakubo can address the intangible as of the subway entrance . . .
well as the physical. an eddy of chaos
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*** We came in early and though his voice
was sometimes labored, we had an
animated conversation much of the
Bill Higginson Passes Away
morning. He made it clear he wanted a
straight DNR after all (no intubation, etc.),
The following account was posted to the
and then we talked about how he wanted
Blogging Along the Tobacco Road site
to be remembered (memorial celebrations
<http://tobaccoroadpoet.blogspot.com/
at Tenri in NYC and here in NJ in the
2008/10/bill-higginson-has-died.html>.
spring), as well as personal things. And
Penny Harter is Bill's wife.
then I guess he was ready and just let go.
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recent weeks, leaving on Tuesday or so. Marjorie Buettner announces
Then I'll start dealing with things here. Seeing It Now, haiku & tanka
Bill and I both have been most grateful for Marjorie Buettner's new collection, Seeing
all the cards and e-mails of support we've It Now: haiku & tanka, is available now
received over the past weeks. Bless you from
all! I won't be checking e-mail much while
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while. I'm not ready for engaging in much N o r t h fi e l d , M N 5 5 0 5 7 [ t e l . :
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posted.! This has become the standard editors hope to publish an anthology of its
bibliography for tanka in English. finest poems in 2010.
The document Tanka Venues is a listing of Rusty Tea Kettle, a brand new online tanka
tanka publications with citation journal, is now accepting submissions for
abbreviations as approved by the Tanka its first issue, which will be released in
Society of America. The updated second January. Please send no more than ten of
edition (April 2008) has been posted. your best poems to
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contemporary guidelines. However, Rusty liberated heart, innocent and playful
Tea Kettle's standards are extremely high, against the tapestry of the universe—
so please don't become discouraged. Just
keep in mind that, in this day and age, tonight
boarded-up windows are perhaps a more I’m going out to count
relevant topic than cherry blossoms. Of the stars—
course, the best poems are those that if you wait up for me
manage both. I might bring back a few
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delightful then to read this collection of viewing the world. However, it’s very
gentle poems. The word ‘gentle’ may be difficult to use effectively. McClintock’s
misleading, for the poet in his lonely animist tanka are very natural and vivid—
moments responds with strength and one at a time
acceptance to what such a moment brings. I step on stones
The title itself resonates for me, for even and cross the stream—
though only one poem is about a midnight when I’m across, the stones
meal, I am reminded of Takuboku’s essay go back to what they were doing"
‘Poems to Eat.’ These are poems in that
vein. That is to say, a tanka poem is the —Kozue Uzawa, translator of Ferris Wheel,
very life blood of being, as important as winner of the 2007 Donald Keene
food is. I feel in these poems the Translation Award for Japanese Literature,
importance of nature, but it is not the and editor of Gusts
nature so often seen in haiku and tanka, a
nature used to conveniently fit a human "A fine meal indeed! It has been a great
condition. No, these poems are the poet pleasure to immerse myself in this
living in nature, concerned with nature, collection of finely crafted tanka.
appreciative of nature. And with this love McClintock skillfully blends together
of nature is the poet’s love of a woman. To moods and keen insights to the human
share these feelings with Michael offers psyche. Many of these poems seem to
something positive in this modern world have been penned during periods of
gone berserk. As Michael shaves the solitude, more often in the spirit of being
shadows from his face, so do we—finding alone-together rather than of being lonely.
in these quiet poems a good deal that is I found many of these tanka to be
relevant amid the turbulence of our permeated with a dreamlike, almost
world." surreal quality. Some marvelous humor
—Sanford Goldstein, Atellib House, Japan here too, and this poet doesn’t miss an
opportunity to snicker at himself. Arranged
"These tanka—and some haiku—speak of seasonally, the poems move through a
a world that is both intimate and domestic broad spectrum of emotions, from
and yet vast and ineffable. It is poetry that wistfulness to laughter, from incredulity to
for all of us is instrumental in ‘making a rapture. McClintock is a talented chef."
h o m e b e t w e e n t h e m ’ a s M i ch a e l —Christopher Herold, Found and Editor,
McClintock says. He remains one of the The Heron's Nest
strongest and original voices in
contemporary American tanka."
—Miriam Sagan, author of Map of the Lost About Author:
(University of New Mexico Press) and
columnist, Writer’s Digest Michael McClintock holds degrees from
Occidental College and the University of
"I like Michael McClintock’s poems of Southern California in English and
animism . . . they are very attractive. In American Literature, Asian Studies, and
Japanese literature, particularly in tanka, Information Science. McClintock’s poetry
animism is a very traditional way of has been widely published and translated
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internationally, including by Nobel
Laureate, Czeslaw Milosz. He resides in Looking for a Prince: a collection of
Los Angeles and Fresno, California, senryu and kyoka by Alexis Rotella,
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available to Rotella fans and the whole and The Persimmon Tree. Her haiku,
reading public once again. senryu and tanka have won many awards
and recognition. Her work appears in
"Alexis Rotella’s work reflects the wide numerous anthologies including Global
spectrum of the Creation itself—glowing Haiku (Twenty-five Poets World-wide),
with the special light of art. With just a few George Swede and Randy Brooks, Mosaic
words, she catches life’s revealing Press; How to Haiku, Haiku Moment, both
moments with an insight and depth that by Bruce Ross, Tuttle; Beneath a Single
the movies—if they were able—would Moon (Buddhism in Contemporary
take millions of dollars and the talents of American Poetry), Johnson and Paulenich,
hundreds to capture. Some of her poems Shambhala; The Haiku Anthology 3rd ed.,
throw off stars like a wand in a Disney Cor van den Heuvel, Norton; Haiku I
c a r t o o n , d r aw i n g p i c t u r e s o f t h e (Poesies Anciennes et Modernes) Jackie
Cinderellas of this world as they try to Hardy, Editions Vega; Haiku for Lovers,
balance their romantic dreams with reality. Manu Bazzano (MQP); Czeslaw Milosz/
Others lay bare, as in a Capra comedy, the HAIKU (Krakow, Poland); Synesthesia in
foibles of all kinds of people, from heart- Haiku and Other Essays, Toshimi Horiuchi
surgeons to innkeepers, from upper-class (University of Philippines Press) and Haiku
matrons to feminists. She can create darker in English, Hiroaki Sato (Simul Press,
moods, too, reaching out a hand to open Japan).
the curtain on psychological dramas of
silence and repression like those found in Rotella’s longer work and Japanese related
Bergman. Or she may direct a love scene poems have appeared in hundreds of
with such a bittersweet mixture of emotion journals and magazines including The
and humor it rivals one of Chaplin’s. She New York Times (Metropolitan Diary),
opens our eyes to nature, too, with the Christian Science Monitor, Family Circle,
kind of love of rain and sunlight that stains Glamour, New Letters, The Paterson
with beauty the films of a Kurosawa. You Literary Review, Chiron Review, Blue Mesa
may even find a few Hitchcockian Review, The Madison Review, Lynx,
mysteries!" —Cor van den Heuvel, Editor, Frogpond, Modern Haiku, Simply Haiku,
The Haiku Anthology (Simon and Schuster) Red Lights, and Bottle Rockets. Alexis is
author of the poem Purple which appeared
"Alexis Rotella uses a paintbrush most of in numerous publications including
us think is a song and calls in the invisible Chicken Soup for the Soul and Love, Magic
scents we're all trying to see instead of and Mudpies by Bernie Siegel, M.D.
feel.’ — HAIKU (The Art of the Short (Rodale Press). Alexis was the 2007 grand
Poem), Tazuo Yamaguchi, Brooks Books, prize winner of the Kusmakura Haiku
Decatur, Illinois, 2008 Competition where she traveled to
Ku m a m o t o , Ja p a n f o r t h e awa r d s
About Author: ceremony. Rosenberry Books recently
published A SPRINKLE OF GLITTER (one
Alexis Rotella served as President of the liners). They will republish Alexis' ASK!,
Haiku Society of America (Japan House) in aphorisms and zen drawings, as well as an
1984 and edited Frogpond, Brussels Sprout illustrated volume of PURPLE (A Parable).
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Alexis Rotella maintains a personal blog at Modern English Tanka Press. The Tanka
www.alexisrotella.com. She lives in Prose Anthology is vital evidence of the
Arnold, Maryland where she is a first flowering in English of an ancient
practitioner of Oriental Medicine. Japanese genre—tanka prose, the wedding
of prose and tanka in one unified
For media inquiries or to arrange an composition. The great diversity in subject
interview with the author, contact Alexis and style of the individual writings in this
Rotella by e-mail at rengagirl@yahoo.com. volume testifies to the versatility of this
Publisher information at: new medium in the hands of skilled
www.modernenglishtankapress.com! practitioners. Whether the setting is urban
or pastoral, an elegant interior or a rustic
Price: $11.95 USD. ISBN retreat, whether the time is contemporary
978-0-9817691-5-8. Trade paperback. 124 and presently unfolding or archaic and
pages, 6.00" x 9.00", perfect binding, 60# retrospective, the revival of the ancient
cream interior paper, black and white medium of tanka prose has proven equal
interior ink, 100# exterior paper, full-color to the immediate task. This first-of-its-kind
exterior ink. collection draws upon the work of
nineteen poets from eight different
*** countries. The introduction offers a
detailed survey of the genre’s history and
The Tanka Prose Anthology, edited of its evolving forms while an annotated
by Jeffrey Woodward, Published by bibliography directs the reader to related
literature. Why is tanka prose so novel?
Modern English Tanka Press Because it is so old. The present anthology
announces that it is here to stay.
The Tanka Prose Anthology, edited with an
superb Introduction by Jeffrey Woodward, About Editor:
includes cutting-edge tanka prose by an
international coterie of writers. Jeffrey Woodward resides in Detroit. His
Represented in this ground-breaking poems and articles appear widely in
anthology are: Hortensia Anderson, periodicals in North America, Europe and
Marjorie Buettner, Sanford Goldstein, Larry Asia. He currently edits Haibun Today and
Kimmel, Gary LeBel, Bob Lucky, Terra acts in the capacity of Associate Editor for
Martin, Giselle Maya, Linda Papanicolaou, The Hypertexts. A collection of his Eastern
Stanley Pelter, Patricia Prime, Jane and Western writings, In Passing: Selected
Reichhold, Werner Reichhold, Miriam Po e m s , 1 9 7 4 – 2 0 0 7 , wa s r e c e n t l y
Sagan, Katherine Samuelowicz, Karma published.
Tenzing Wangchuk, Linda Jeannette Ward,
Michael Dylan Welch, and Jeffrey For media inquiries or to arrange an
Woodward. interview with the editor, contact Jeffrey
Woodward by e-mail at
Baltimore, Maryland – September 5, 2008 j_l_woodward@yahoo.com. Publisher
– The Tanka Prose Anthology, edited with information at:
an Introduction by Jeffrey Woodward, has www.modernenglishtankapress.com!
been published in trade paperback by
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string them together like beads in vivid
Price: $12.95 USD. ISBN sequences. I particularly enjoyed the
978-0-9817691-3-4. Trade paperback. 176 kaleidoscope of voices that makes up the
pages, 6.00" x 9.00", perfect binding, 60# central section, ‘Coney Catching’. Together
cream interior paper, black and white they capture the jostling sensations of the
interior ink, 100# exterior paper, full-color pleasure park, with its glimpses of flesh
exterior ink. and exploitation, but every now and then
a moment of personal grief or shame
*** intrudes to haunt the fun. The tension
between the discipline of the form and the
Greetings from Luna Park, Sedoka extravagant setting of Luna Park is at the
by James Roderick Burns, Published heart of the collection as long-dead lives
come briefly back into focus. The overall
by Modern English Tanka Press effect is eerie and resonant like fairground
music heard from a long-way off." —Esther
Reviving the neglected sedoka form, James Morgan, author of The Silence Living in
Roderick Burns’ second collection Houses
explores the interplay of love and work in
turn-of-the-century Coney Island: a "These postcards from a true Coney Island
Scottish spirit merchant, marooned at the of the mind offer beautifully varied
end of the season by an affair gone sour, privileged personal moments—narrative
writes to his son in order to understand glances, quiet mood swings, implosive
himself; the madam of a boardwalk epiphanies, sudden switchbacks in
whorehouse sounds out seven of her perception. But what I admire most about
customers; a carnival barker revolts against Greetings from Luna Park is the flat-out
the crude methods he must use to pull in ambition of these poems as they gather,
the crowds. Greetings from Luna Park, collectively, to illuminate a particular
with its vision of duty and vanished historical moment and its implications. We
pleasure, creates a place where for a all sense the failure of our franchised
moment we find and lose everything. attempts to provide distraction from the
quotidian, from the oppressions of work
Baltimore, Maryland – September 5, 2008 and ‘duty.’ But I don’t know of another
– Greetings from Luna Park, a collection of writer who has so persuasively argued not
sedoka poetry by James Roderick Burns, for the nostalgic novelty of our sideshows
has been published in trade paperback by and thrill rides but for their human
Modern English Tanka Press. In this, his necessity. This is a startling, transforming
second collection, Burns demonstrates the book. I love the risks this sequence takes
ageless beauty of sedoka is not lost in as James Roderick Burns’ bright
English. A marvelous collection, like a intelligence dances so gracefully with
dream visit to Coney Island. imagination and memory in the ‘winter
ballrooms’ of Luna Park.
"I’m delighted Rod Burns’ collection has
introduced me to the pleasures of the "Right now a sudden gust of wind is either
surprisingly flexible sedoka form. These rustling the leaves outside or bringing rain.
small poems distill intense moments then
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I’m not sure I would have heard that published by Modern English Tanka Press
ambiguity before Greetings from Luna in 2007. He is also editor of the recent
Park. It’s that kind of book." anthologies Miracle & Clockwork and Still
—Ron Overton, author of Psychic Killed by Standen (Other Poetry Editions). He is
Train currently completing the Creative Writing
programme at Oxford University, and lives
"The sedoka is a Japanese form seldom with his wife and daughter in Edinburgh,
attempted by Western writers. It contains Scotland.
two verses (katauta), each with a 5-7-7
syllable count. To have attempted the form For media inquiries or to arrange an
is in itself an achievement, but James interview with the author, contact James
Roderick Burns has succeeded brilliantly. Roderick Burns by e-mail at
In his hands the two halves of each poem jamesroderickburns@googlemail.com.
fit together like the necessarily dissimilar Complete publisher information is
shells of an oyster. available at:
www.modernenglishtankapress.com.
"Individually the poems convey a mood
and illuminate a personality. Together they Price: $14.95 USD. ISBN
tell three stories set against the background 978-0-9817691-1-0. Trade paperback. 108
of Coney Island. Each story has a different pages, 6.00" x 9.00", perfect binding, 60#
n a r ra t o r, d i s t i n g u i s h e d c l e a r l y by cream interior paper, black and white
vocabulary and voice: the merchant interior ink, 100# exterior paper, full-color
missing his family; the shell-game exterior ink.
specialist, himself trapped by Coney
Island’s ladies of pleasure, and, perhaps
most poignant of all, the intelligent and
impoverished actor obliged to play the part
of an uncivilised ‘savage’ in a sideshow.
It’s a measure of Burns’ success that we
can be caught up in the narrative without
being conscious of the great skill he
displays in sustaining the form in these
extended sequences.
"This is a brilliant work which fully realises
the poetic and narrative potential of the
form, and it reads wonderfully." —Colin
Will, author of Sushi & Chips
About Author:
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BIOGRAPHIES
Dawn Bruce is an Australian poet, Vice- Amelia Fielden is an Australian who divides
president of the Australian Haiku Society and a her time among the Pacific coast of Australia,
member of Red Dragonflies haiku group. Her work Canberra, Seattle,and Tokyo. She is a professional
appears in many journals, magazines, anthologies translator of Japanese and an enthusiastic poet.
and newspapers in Australia and Overseas. She has Ferris Wheel : 101 Modern and Contemporary
won poetry and short story prizes, leads creative Japanese Tanka (by Uzawa & Fielden, Boston:
writing classes and has three free verse and haiku Cheng & Tsui,), was awarded the 2007! Donald
collections, Stinging the Silence, Tangible Shadows Keene Prize for Translation of Japanese Literature,
and Sketching Light (the latter containing tanka and NY. In 2008, In Two Minds, a book of responsive
haibun too) published by Ginninderra Press. tanka written with fellow Australian, Kathy Kituai,
was released by Modern English Tanka Press.
Owen Bullock writes haiku and longer poems,
scripts and stories. He is co-editor of Kokako and Trish Fong is 36 years old and has a working
Associate Editor of Poetry NZ. His thesis on New background in tax, real estate and futures
Zealand Poetry Anthologies is shortly to be trading.!She lives in Gisborne, a small seaside town
published by VDM Verlag of Germany. on the east coast of New Zealand’s north island.!
Her bloodline includes Maori, English, Scottish and
Joe Christensen is a new writer living in Irish ancestry.! Creative writing is her passion with
Altnata, Georgia and has had quite a few several works published in magazines, anthologies
publications since he began writing in the Fall of and journals.! A matter of the heart juxtaposed with
2007, including short stories, free verse poetry and a striking moment in nature is the beauty of tanka.
several Tanka.
Sanford Goldstein has been publishing tanka
Magdalena Dale lives in Bucharest, Romania. for more than forty years. He is co-translator of
She is a member of the Romanian Society of Haiku several collections of Japanese tanka poets.
and has published in Haiku, Albatros, Dor de Dor,
Ribbons, Modern English Tanka and Fire Pearls : Michele L. Harvey is a professional landscape
Short Masterpieces of the Human Heart. She wrote painter, living and working in New York since
a bilingual tanka book Perle de roua/Dew pearls 1977. She divides her time between New York City
and together with Vasile Modovan wrote!a bilingual and rural Central New York State, collecting
renga book Mireasma de tei / Fragrance of lime. imagery and antique roses.!
She is one of the winners of the Tanka Splendor
Contest 2007. Peggy Heinrich’s poems have appeared in
American Tanka, red lights, Ribbons, Moonset and
Marje A. Dyck is a Canadian poet and artist.! many other publications and anthologies
Her poetry and art work has appeared in various worldwide. She is a founding member of the Tanka
journals and anthologies such as Frogpond, Simply Society of America and the Grand Central Tanka
Haiku, The Heron's Nest, moonset, and Modern Café, a workshop of tanka poets. A native New
English Tanka.! Her books include rectangle of light, Yorker, she recently resettled in Santa Cruz,
proof press, l996; and A Piece of the Moon, Calisto California after many cold winters in Connecticut.
Press, 2005.
Rose Hunter is from Australia originally and
Margarita Engle is the Cuban-American author lived in! Toronto for ten years, and has been
of books about the island, most recently The teaching!in Mexico recently. She has had poems in
Surrender Tree from Henry Holt & Co. in April, various journals, and her haiku and tanka! have
2008. The Poet Slave of Cuba (Henry Holt & Co., appeared in Roadrunner Haiku, Shamrock
2006) received many honors, including the Haiku,!Ribbons, and the 3Lights Gallery.
Americas Award, presented at the Library of
Congress.! Margarita lives with her family in Clovis, Kirsty Karkow lives on and!enjoys the coast of
California. Maine even through the winter when her watery
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environment turns to ice. This reflects in much of Bobbette A. Mason grew up along the shores
her prize-winning poetry and in the two books that of the Great South Bay. For twenty-seven years she
are in print. These are! water poems: haiku, tanka set children free to make quality observations and
and sijo and shorelines: haiku, haibun and tanka, take fanciful adventures, which they recorded with
both published by Black Cat Press. She has been pencil drawings, substantive data and creative
vice-president of the Tanka Society of America and writing. She received an EPA Award "for a
is currently the tanka editor of Simply Haiku. poetically written environmental program viewed
through the eyes of a Native American".!Retirement
M. Kei lives on the Eastern Shore of the has brought opportunities to! explore the world of
Chesapeake Bay, USA. He crews aboard a skipjack, ideas, especially poetry at the Academy of Lifelong
a traditional wooden sailboat used to fish for Learning.!!
oysters. He is the editor of Atlas Poetica as well as
the author of Slow Motion : Log of a Chesapeake Jo McInerney is an Australian writer who has
Bay Skipjack, and the editor of Fire Pearls : Short had tanka published in Stylus, Eucalypt, paper
Masterpieces of the Human Heart, and editor-in- wasp, American Tanka, Modern English Tanka, Atlas
chief of Take Five : Best Contemporary Tanka of Poetica and Ash Moon. She has had haiku
2008. Over 1000 of his tanka have been published published in Kokako, Shamrock, Stylus, paper
in ten countries and five languages. wasp, Famous Reporter, FreExpreSsion, Frogpond,
bottle rockets, White Lotus, Wisteria and The
Deborah P. Kolodji is a native Southern Heron’s Nest.
Californian who lives in Temple City. She is the
president of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, Paul Mercken is a 73-year-old retired professor
a member of the Haiku Society of America and the of philosophy, living near Utrecht, and secretary of
Tanka Society of America.! Her work has appeared the Nederlandse Haiku Kring (the Dutch Haiku
in Modern Haiku, Eucalypt, Modern English Tanka, Society). His nationality is Belgian. After his PhD in
Strange Horizons, and other places. Two of her Leuven (Belgium) he did post-doctoral work in
short stories were published last summer, in Thema, England and Italy and taught in the U.S.A and in
and in the Futuristic Motherhood Anthology by the Netherlands. He has two daughters in their
MSP Media. thirties. He regards poetry and the art of translating
as a powerful means to build! bridges between
Bob Lucky lives in Hangzhou, China, where he people.
teaches history. His work has appeared in various
journals. Vasile Moldovan is a Romanian poet. He write
both haiku and tanka. Here is his haiku books: Via
Mary Mageau discovered the refined beauty of dolorosa (1998), The moon's unseen face (2001),
Japanese culture when she studied the floral art Noah's Ark (2003) and Ikebana. Also,he translated
form of Ikebana. Digital photography also remains the haiku book The Embrace of Planets (2006) and
a favourite pastime as she captures Australia’s published together with Magdalena Dale a renku
brilliant array of trees, flowers and foliage for her book, Fragrance of lime (2008).!He lives and works
exploration of haiga. Mary’s writings in the verse as a journalist, in Bucharest, Romania.
forms of haiku, senryu, tanka and haibun are
regularly published on web sites and in literary Stanley Pelter was born a long time ago,
magazines. She lives with her husband in rural surviving bombs and education (which, in truth,
south east Queensland. opened many doors). Studied at the post-graduate
Royal College of Art. Now retired, he has been the
Terra Martin, a practicing therapist in Toronto, Principal of several Colleges. Married for 40 years,
has poetry in American Tanka, Asahi Shimbun he has four children, umpteen grandchildren and 3
(Japan), bottle rockets, Eucalypt (Australia), Lynx, more that drift into the generation after that. A
Modern English Tanka, moonset, Ribbons, Simply member of the British Haiku Society for 14 years,
Haiku, 3 Lights Gallery (England), tinywords and he has held several of its Officer positions. He has
many other journals. Her tanka may be read in the written several books of haiku, one on haiku
Landfall and Ash Moon!anthologies. 'theory' and 4 collections of illustrated haibun.
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Patricia Prime is coeditor of the New Zealand publishing haiku and tanka for over forty years, and
haiku magazine Kokako and reviews editor of h i s c r e d i t s i n c l u d e! H a i k u , M o d e r n
Stylus. Patricia has published several booklets of Haiku,! frogpond,! American Tanka, The Tanka
poetry in collaboration with fellow NZ poet, Journal,!and Modern English Tanka.!Modern English
Catherine Mair. Patricia recently judged the Junior Tanka Press published!his most recent collection of
Section of the NZPS International Haiku haiku,! Proposing to the Woman in the Rear View
Competition. Ongoing work includes the preface Mirror (October 2008) and they will soon publish a
for Sanford Goldstein's latest collection, an essay collection of tanka,!All the Horses of Heaven.
on African poetry and an essay on haiku by Indian
poets. Alexej von Glasenapp was born in Oslo,
Norway. Her mother is Norwegian and her father of
Alexis Rotella has been writing haiku, senryu German-Brazilian descent. Prior to the age of six,
and tanka for 30 years. ! Her work has appeared she had lived in 4 countries and spoke 3 languages.
internationally in hundreds of publications. Her The family settled in Sweden. After receiving a
latest books include Lip Prints (a collection of tanka Master’s degree in Business Administration at
1979-2007), Ouch ( a collection of senryu Gothenburg University she worked in France, the
1979-2007) and Eavesdropping (a haiku collection, United States, and later in Germany, where she has
Modern English Tanka Press, 2007). Alexis practices remained ever since. She began writing poems in a
acupuncture in Arnold, Maryland, USA. period of spiritual search and inner transformation.
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INDEX
Our 'butterfly' is actually an Atlas moth (attacus atlas), the largest butterfly/moth in the world. It comes
from the tropical regions of Asia. Image from the 1921 Les insectes agricoles d'époque.
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EDUCATIONAL USE NOTICE
Any educator seeking clarification of our policy for a particular use may email the
Editor of Atlas Poetica, at mkei@atlaspoetica.com. We welcome innovative uses of
our resources for tanka education.
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Modern English Tanka
You are invited to submit haibun and tanka prose for the Summer 2009 premiere issue of Modern
Haibun & Tanka Prose. The submission deadline is March 31, 2009. Submissions will NOT close
earlier than the deadline.
Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose is a biannual journal—a print literary journal, a PDF ebook, and
a digital online magazine—dedicated to the publication and promotion of fine English haibun and
tanka prose. We seek traditional and innovative haibun and tanka prose of high quality and desire to
assimilate the best of these Japanese genres into a continuously evolving English tradition. In
addition to haibun and tanka prose, we publish articles, essays, book reviews and interviews pertinent
to these same genres.
Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose specializes in fine haibun and tanka prose. All selection decisions
will be made at the sole discretion of the editor.
Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose, Baltimore, Maryland USA. Website: http://www.modern
haibunandtankaprose.com/ Editor: Jeffrey Woodward. Email up to five haibun, five tanka prose, and
five short works to the Editor at MHTP(dot)EDITOR(at)GMAIL(dot)COM . Before submitting,
please read the detailed submission guidelines and haibun and tanka prose selection criteria on the
website at www.modernhaibunandtankaprose.com/submit.html. Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose
looks for top quality haibun and tanka prose in natural, modern English idiom. No payment for
publication. No contributor copies. Publishes a print edition (6" x 9" trade paperback), a PDF ebook,
and an online digital edition.
Sincerely,
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor, Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose
http://www.modernhaibunandtankaprose.com/