Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Welcome to Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 12

Undertow Tanka Review, Issue 12




Painting by Alberto Gironella,
Carmen




Ergodyne Bass
                               — somonka

jewel blue body
recurved fiberglass bow strung
with five slim cables
rich translucent sheen mirrors
me : guitar : face : guitar : me

fingers dig thunder
through the gut : fat neck lightning
low B the arrow
crackling groove stormcloud rumble
dragon glow : deep cave : dark bliss


―Vince Gotera




Body Music Matrix
                          — parallel haiku
                  á là Johannes S.H. Bjerg

rock strata
be-bop
                                mindanao
deep dark
wind scooped
fossil vertebrae
                                body cavities fluid
ocean floor
seashell
                                whoosh of
blood heartbeats


spark
psychedelic
                                angel wings slashing
vistas in the brain
flash doors
                                blue flame aura
phantom limbs
of perception
fuse
                                arias grace notes


―Vince Gotera







fragrant dusk
a frangipani bloom
falls


            ―Gavin Austin





lingering
in an exotic land
of make-believe…
I open my eyes
to familiar walls


―Gavin Austin






examining
my reflected image…
these wounds
I am now left to wear
battle-scars of this life


―Gavin Austin




Painting by Mario Carreño Morales,
Encuentro Junto al Mar



from the street you can――
hear them clicking and clacking—
spring window washers


―Barry George





was it music I heard
faintly from an alcove
of the closed casino...
or the boardwalk's
storm winds in the rain


―Barry George





cicadas...
for a moment there
deep silence


―W.R. Bongcaron





full moon
my long shadow
catches up


―W.R. Bongcaron




in bare red earth
where nothing grows
witches dance,
unholy furies screeching
from midnight to cockcrow


―Elizabeth Howard


Roberto Aizenberg





double vision--
genies in a gin bottle
one is fake



         ―Kyle Hemmings





guitar strings
cut my fingers
Joan of Arc
prays for me
in a soundproof room



―Kyle Hemmings



war museum
outside poppies
in bloom


        ―Rosa Clement



green tomatoes
on the window sill
when will you
open up
to me


―Randy Brooks





I try
to describe
her grandma’s face
wilted peonies
on the grave


―Randy Brooks








wide eyed wallflowers
clamor to glimpse his gold crown,
King Dandelion



―Kathleen A. Lawrence







Lovely and Dilapidated  - Parallel Haiku

The wind
whirled

                    He held
                    her hand

pulling her
his tether

                    like a boy
                    clutching

to her
heartstrings

                    a red
                    balloon


―Kathleen A. Lawrence








My Father  -  Somonka

Twirled ginger mustache
winking bright indigo eyes
and crooked smile curls
to rolling back white hairline
stroking hair with leathered hands

steps in polished bucks
peppered skin with wry freckles
polka-dot bow tie
strings loving heart together
booming voice grows gray and soft


―Kathleen A. Lawrence






back and forth
in line
for the roller coaster
seeing more or less
of her tattoo


―Randy Brooks





drinking fountain
I wait for the wasp
to finish


―Rosa Clement





late night storm
flashing through closed eyes
tomorrow is cleansed


―Bryan Marshall





midnight tryst –
bougainvilleas bend
with the breeze


―Theresa A. Cancro



tortoise shell –
all the things I never
told you


―Theresa A. Cancro





hint of dusk
we tiptoe through
your final hour


―Rachel Sutcliffe



high noon
the empty hammock
full of heat



―Rachel Sutcliffe


day long chill
finished her party food
alone




―Rachel Sutcliffe

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