From February 1, 2010 to October 25, 2010, I wrote a tanka a day. I fell short of writing 365 tanka due to vision problems which have since been corrected. I will continue to post tanka to my blog but not as frequently as I did in 2010.

no matter how much it hurt

she felt disconnected 

from the lost clumps of hair

the same way she tried to disconnect

from being raped again

muted tv

the silent bats 

of baseball players

we miss hearing dad

call the strike zone

not what I 
was expecting
at the edge of a cornfield
a deer bedded down
for the night

such big returns
on a small investment
the roadside stock
of purple and white
irises

Today is the 17th anniversary of my mom's death. Today Nate graduates from college.

the flowered cat
in its new home
her eyes catch
the same sunlight
you had while you were painting

We miss you.

breast cancer
in remission
a friend's path
bordered by a multitude
of pink azaleas

somewhere in 
the worn-out elbows
of a mother's jacket
all the hours she spent
lifting up others

it starts with
the cicada
a summer's morning
the pulse of feverish clicks
before slowing down

yellow trash bags
along a stretch 
of adopted highway
the sharpness of a crow's beak
ripping through the plastic