Thursday, March 21, 2013

Single dad tanka

you'll never know
how hard it is to be
a single dad
think about the sparrows
hold up the winging

Friday, March 1, 2013

Strange love song tanka

sitting alone
how strange it sounds now
our love song
in this moment  last year
i didn't want to get drunk

Downpour of butterflies tanka

driving uphill
thru the downpour
of butterflies
we shed tears for
misplaced childhood

First published in A Hundred Gourds 2:2 March 2013

Roll the dice tanka

my dad taught me
how to roll the dice
on sandy soil
now I live the life
of an orphan

First published in A HUndred Gourds 2:2 March 2013

Sickle moon tan renga

red mark
on her coffee cup
deepening silence

nothing we talked about
but the sickle moon

in the round
ascending tones of
angelic voices

bamboo leaves shake
and bend the sunlight

a sudden gust of wind
brings the rain to land
a kiss of longing

in the shiver on my hand
the shake of our hands

running and laughing
kiddies play hide and seek
amber evening

I am the clouds
chasing sunset


Damian Alma
Wahyu W. Basjir

First published in A Hundred Gourds 2:2 March 2013