I must have experienced
la petite mort after Calliope
caressed my secret spots --
enveloped in pleasure
as the grass is wrapped
in dewy green. I am a bard
riding a dragon, flying across time
and space. I can't tell you where --
It is as if I appeared where I am now.
March, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
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...
