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Recently an editor said my tanka were complicated, she feared the readers would not relate to them. This is my response to that.

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so, I’m complicated a ghostly figure  afraid  of aging a resident, a tenant,  a dreadful stain in a complicated world

Paris tanka

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I was inside you everywhere the scent of sycamore with Paris around us and a fig on your lips

my eyes tanka

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my eyes hike to my lover’s sex— we make love like the sea… in the flash of a bloody moon