Three times a day for years,
I have sat alone
by the lake of mind.
I see your face
beneath the water,
we never get tired
of gazing at each other;
I call out to you,
silently comes an echo.
I dedicate these moments
to you alone, for you
I groom myself.
Fall, 2008 Issue of The Stellar Showcase Journal
To the Lighthouse: Leaping Tanka
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Leaping tanka is a subgenre of* leaping poetry as defined by Robert Bly as
“a long floating leap from the conscious to the unconscious and back again,
a le...
