Category Archives: Tanka

Nuance

There is no mystery In an onion—tear away All the tissue-thin Layers one by one. You’ll find Nothing irreducible.

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Looking for Lilacs

June 5—butter stays Hard on the table— I’d go looking for lilacs— If I could find my long johns

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May, Clumsy as Always

May fumbled slowly Through another night last night Against dark, cold earth The first magnolia opened I know I heard silk tearing

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Take it to the Bank, Cassandra

Downtown in April From high in a ragged spruce In the bank’s back lot Like an unheeded alarm A fledgling crow’s lonely squawk

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In the Spring Ditches

And now springtime comes Casting its green illusions As the south wind gasps The pussy willows waver In damn ditches already

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The Long Dark

The Long Dark* At night, on the lake, The ice becomes a steel drum Rapid, thready pulse Counterpoints a wolf’s tenor Saxophone wavering near *Everything is writing fodder. The Long Dark is a survival videogame set in the northern Canadian … Continue reading

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How often in March Counting the lengthening thaws Between ice and snow Do you listen for wild geese Straining against the moon’s weight?

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