Three Tanka Published in Breath & Shadow


Three Tanka 

 by Sergio Ortiz
Published in Breath & Shadow
Spring 2013
Volume 10 Issue 2

 http://www.abilitymaine.org/breath/spr13e.html
Benghazi at dawn
recalling
a peaceful dream
the autumn wind moans
through a crack in the window
learning
to say goodbye…
a fraction
of myself touching you
in secret places
burnt bodies
inside a gutted Toyota . . .
butterflies
spiraling upward
haunt the summer fields

Sergio Ortiz is a retired educator, poet, painter, and photographer.  Flutter Press released his debut chapbook, At the Tail End of Dusk, in October of 2009. Ronin Press released his second chapbook:  topography of a desire, in May of 2010. He is a three-time nominee for the 2010 and 2011 Sundress Best of the Web Anthology and a 2010 Pushcart nominee. He was also commended in the 2012 Polish Haiku Competition.

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