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.
It was at some church retreat in the 50’s. She said something about Christ’s resurrection. They started to gossip about the impress of Christ’s vanishing. The meeting ended and they folded their wooden chairs. She matched his telling with listening, and more listening. Whatever the case, she listened. Everyone, except my grandmother, found him impossible, including me, especially me. He scuffed the wind with his sneaky nature, offended the rotting oaks by the solemn river bank every time he got near my mother. But there was little I could do. I’ve waited this long to say: Mother, it was your failure. Up to the very end, you failed to see him for what he truly was.
I feel like I must be honest, this month’s poetry entries at
Poetry Foundation.org were very poor. I
did not enjoy a single poem they published. I think it is time for them to hire new submission editors.