Sunday, August 31, 2014

a blue butterfly tanka

a blue butterfly
hovers above her shadow
with battered wings
she's earned the sweet release
of her own death

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Submissions are open for the Second Issue of Undertow Tanka Review


Kindly submit up to 10 previously unpublished  tanka, tanka art, &/or  1 sequence.
“Undertow Tanka Submission” to:

undertowtanka @ gmail . com

Or use Contact Form to the right



*** by September 30, 2014 / second Issue
to be online by October 3


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.


Best wishes,
Sergio Ortiz, Editor

the rubble of bark tanka sequence

the rubble of bark


he’s dead
there I said it,
a reminder
of my own years
of eating dates

this is how it feels
to lose it on those days
when death
cruises for good food
and nice garments

my torn body
tears itself again—
night's
million shadows
grow taller

hour by hour
my bleeding lips
vanish,
my brain blackens
like the countryside


Friday, August 29, 2014

what can your past say tanka


what can your past say
that has not been said before?
nude bodies oozing
the sweet scent of peeled pine log...
the odor of a naked man

Saturday, August 23, 2014

hungover bad boys pick coffee beans tanka

hungover 
naughty boys picking 
coffee beans 
sweat off last night's lost time ...
it takes much to erase little

from a distance tanka sequence

from a distance

what will you do
with a mended heart?
a gate will open
and there will be no more
scorching timbers

the river
that was tainted
by lies
will be cleansed
free of impurities 

Thursday, August 21, 2014

my new red moon tanka


the new red moon
torn in witchy branches
at a junction
I stare up astounded
by the silent darkness

mortal tanka

mortals
marching into heaven
playing
in the dusk of creation,
bright faces turned upwards

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

my eternity tanka

my eternity
looks like two men
dancing a tango
in a dive on
an unswept floor

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Bette Midler (1990) Grammy Awards "The Wind Beneath My Wings"

I forget myself tanka


I forget myself
when I look into your eyes
memory
inundates the estuaries
of a inspiring mind

Monday, August 18, 2014

Submissions are open for the Second Issue of Undertow Tanka Review


Monday, August 18, 2014


Kindly submit up to 10 previously unpublished  tanka, tanka art, &/or  1 sequence.
“Undertow Tanka Submission” to:

undertowtanka @ gmail . com

Or use Contact Form to the right



*** by September 30, 2014 / second Issue
to be online by October 3


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.


Best wishes,
Sergio Ortiz, Editor

Sunday, August 17, 2014

back to bed tanka

back to bed 
after I piss... my crow legs 
are swollen—
how embarrassing is sex
when it goes wrong 

Thursday, August 14, 2014

stars tanka


stars
dangling sugar crystals
over the Pacific
my lips touch your body
our skin, a black rosary of hands

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

drifting

drifting 


the flowers need water
I have let things slip 
they weigh me down 
with the present
eat everything I breathe
like dangerous animals, 
free, and completely empty

I am a new persona
anesthetized 
until there is little
left to do but sleep
I dream 
about alcoholic binges 
one night stands 
in bathhouses 
with the thick vapor of lust
and cold 
mouths sucking
on my face

I am wrapped 
inside my own
mirror laughing, struggling
until I break loose
step on the needle shards
of my life
tamed, old, fat
looking for a way out
of this room 
where I once felt
the need to write 
about myself
until the tulips turned red

Sunday, August 10, 2014

she sleeps tanka

she  sleeps
like a child on rosepetals
will  we see her
playing with the sun
and the rain

Saturday, August 02, 2014

the fragrance of your parting tanka sequence

the fragrance of your parting
 to a friend that passed away August 1


living
without suspicion
you pass away
as we watch
the city lights disappear

butterflies
are white because of this
summer drought…
we talk of grief
and shadows that appear in dreams

we struggle
with our thoughts
and find
that joy is nothing more
than pain refined 

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Sergio A. Ortiz is a Puerto Rican poet and the founding editor of Undertow Tanka Review. He is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. 2nd place in the 2016 Ramón Ataz annual poetry competition, sponsored by Alaire Publishing House. He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sergio A. Ortiz es poeta puertorriqueño que escribe en inglés y español. Actualmente trabaja en su primera colección de poesía, Elephant Graveyard, Cementerio de Elefantes. Ha sido nominado al premio Pushcart en dos ocasiones, al Best of the Web en cuatro ocasiones, y al Best of the Net, 2016. 2do lugar Premio Ramón Ataz de Poesía, 2016. Sus poemas han aparecido, o están por aparecer, en revistas literarias como: Letralía, Chachala Review, The Accentos Review, Resonancias, por mencionar algunos.

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