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each heartache Tanka

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each heartache is the science of claws… dashing across quiet ocean floors shadows breed in my veins

Hero somonka tanka

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Hero to die a hero gripping at the moon adjusting to the gloom children playing in the rain when anger twinkles and shadows breed in my veins I hear this song: I never meant to start a war …just wanted you to let me in

sadness tanka

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sadness is the symmetry of balance… it makes you hefty in all the wrong places because it knows you

he disappeared tanka

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he disappeared like a fragrance, while I aged, lived half my life in hollowed caves unable to find my way back

Sam Smith - Lay Me Down (VEVO LIFT Live): Brought To You By McDonald’s

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Submissions are open for the Third Issue of Undertow Tanka Review

Submissions are open for the Third Issue of Undertow Tanka Review Kindly submit up to 10 previously unpublished  tanka, tanka art, &/or  10 sequence. “Undertow Tanka Submission” to: undertowtanka @ gmail . com Or use Contact Form to the right *** by November 30, 2014 / third Issue to be online by December 6, 2014 At the end of your submission, please include your full name and country of residence. All rights revert to authors upon publication. Your tanka must not be under consideration elsewhere or submitted to any contest. Hopefully this will become a print Review in the near future. We accept submissions year-round. Best wishes, Sergio Ortiz, Editor

i wish her a frail voice tanka

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i wish her a frail voice that says goodbye forever— not even death in a distant place chases away my sorrow

sea debris tanka

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sea debris mixed with froth left by the tide… I reminisce on the joy of rooms that smell like herbs

sea iris tanka

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sea iris fragile flower— gulls drift on waves like paper boats

Pockets somonka tanka

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Pockets my bitter life a colorful concert hall that took all my love— there’s no such thing  as stillness  on a heavenly island sea lover under the darkened sky with pockets full of sage and calamus… touch the heart that is under you

he knocked on my hotel door tanka

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he knocked on my hotel door and met me with a smoke… I took off the gray, my heart  pounding  in its bloated stall

I made myself a clan tanka

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I made myself a clan, and my clan scattered— I watched starlings swirl through layers of clear skies

I marry a ghost tanka

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I marry a ghost to slaughter him with love on the lost child of a desert continent where light turns to what it touches

my instinct tanka

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my instinct is to head for the gutter and stomp my foot in the puddle... call it magic cutting me in two

again tanka

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again two stepping  on your grave... I take logic to bed and rise beside a monster

I watched you tanka

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I watched you undress that Indian summer  and my guts tightened… imagining the rain on you  when there was no rain

alone # 2 tanka

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alone thinking about the instant I turned memory into blissful sorrow and let it marinate my heart

alone tanka

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alone at the foot of my mother’s grave beneath a morphine moon I try to tell her I lost the kettle to the well

I am tanka art

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Street Art                                                 poem by Sergio Ortiz

I am your outlawed twilight tanka

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I am your outlawed twilight your closed fist filled with soaring silence   my mother tongue is love

a hearse turns tanka

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a hearse turns down the footpath of dust and the cantor sings . . . there is silence a stripping of life forever

Iran tanka

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“oblivion: we sleep our dreamless sleep” you bulldoze our cemeteries Nazi Germany? No, Iran! Citation: Abdul-Baha, Secret of a Divine Civilization

silence tanka

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silence is no longer possible in the color divide of America—pain tips hearts carving a groove in stone

northern whiteness tanka sequence

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northern whiteness a flight of angels came to my bedside it’s all in the sea, they whispered… the white sea of America? she got the cold white sea of the north cold and greedy concerned about somebody stealing her lollipop 

embarrassed tanka

embarrassed with nowhere to hide accused of piling up a rock wall when my windows were already sealed

the faint sound of water tanka

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the faint sound of water running down the alp reminds me of another sunrise tucked away in your arms

silence tanka

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silence piled up all week like snow falling on bare branches yet I have not been muzzled Citation: Bill Collins, Silence

open for submissions

Undertow Tanka Review  is now open for submissions We are also looking for Art and Photography. Sergio Ortiz, editor

marriage tanka

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marriage a little time and a few tears before we are all equal— larks in flight

black boys tanka

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black boys a rude anarchy of song dance and loving... nomadic wanderings

you're making the rounds

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you're making the rounds searching for words clues to where I keep the keys of my imagination you have time on your hands now that aging has carried you to the last shore — is he stealing, can I trump him? — the envy of a new identity, the terrible envy of a new experience drills a hole in your heart and I wake with the full expression of joy the blissful joy of knowing you search me out you search all of  me for a clue and find nothing but the original inspired by your hounding… come, listen to wolf howl 

rescue a dog tanka

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so much depends on the grief I tote into your house— I was nothing but a bitch & all the world was filth & sorrow  

Ebola tanka sequence

Ebola to the desert where redemption is free ... Ebola, a faraway transparency, a swig of blood, a touch? West Africa just sank into the sea— redemption held up the shredded   faces drenched in tears what comes next, will we see the corpses flying above our heads? this jail inside a jail inside a sinking desert

Ebola haiga

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to the desert where redemption is free ... Ebola, a faraway transparency, a gulp of wind, a sneeze?

in the golden skyline tanka

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high in the golden skyline sunset spreads with such beauty— what am I to become, a hopeful man in a room ?

fingers on my hand tanka

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a child lays his fingers on my hand ... the healing gossamer of a gentle touch