Tanka of J. Zimmerman
(first published in Eucalypt, moonset, Ribbons, etc.)
Prize-winning and honorable-mention Tanka
of J. Zimmerman
Tanka of J. Zimmerman first published in American Tanka
First published in American Tanka number 18, Spring 2009:
January gale
another roof slate
cracks off —
I can't stand it
that you're gone.
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Tanka of J. Zimmerman
first published in Eucalypt
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For first publication in
Eucalypt, these poems followed
the "house style" of
Eucalypt
(which omits capitalization at the start of a poem or sentence and
omits any full stop at the end of a poem or sentence).
However, on this web page the author's preferred punctuation is used;
sometimes a poem's wording is 'improved' from the published version.
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First published in Eucalypt issue 4, 2008:
Storms this morning
keep me home recycling
inessential documents,
discarding yet again
all those people I once was.
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Wintry surf
tosses rocks, kelp, and salty grit ...
their racket
blanks out all chance to catch
your next wise advice.
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First published in Eucalypt issue 5, 2008:
First daybreak
of the silent retreat
I fracture its rules --
hum like fog in the shower
whistle like sunrise with the kettle.
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Talking to her friend
in bonfire light
she neglects for once
to cover her face
with a charming mask.
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First published in Eucalypt issue 6, 2009:
Spring nervousness —
roof-ridge boastings
of starling and crow
promises, promises
at the speed-dating venue
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Tanka of J. Zimmerman
first published in Magnapoets
First published in the June 2008 issue of Magnapoets:
Darning
another of his sock toes
I keep getting pricked
even though
he's miles away.
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Tanka of J. Zimmerman
first published in MET: Modern English Tanka
First published in the Spring 2009 issue of
MET: Modern English Tanka:
Of the fifteen haiku published, this is one example:
Grey Monday morning
the mournful harmonica
from the work bus
"in the mine, in the mine,
where a million diamonds shine"
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Tanka of J. Zimmerman
first published in moonset
First published in the Spring/Summer 2008 issue of moonset:
[Editor's Choice]
Slowly rising tide
the harbor seal lifts its tail
for every swell —
I too adjust my posture
with each of my friend's complaints.
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[Second Place in moonset Tanka Contest]
Lowering sky
a rapid rattle of hailstones
not such a bad day
to sit by the fire and read —
then burn — your love letters.
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Tanka of J. Zimmerman
first published in Ribbons
First published in the June 2008 issue of Ribbons:
My mouth
enfolds melting chocolate
this
is what Inca kings ate
is what they fed their gods.
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In the Tanka Café on the theme: Epiphany
Pickpocketted
she realizes it was when
she glanced away
to the ruckus across the street
and someone nudged her softly.
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First published in the September 2008 issue of Ribbons:
In the Tanka Café on the theme: Transience
Not transient enough --
today's aroma of skunk
explains those shrill yips
when last night's small-mammal war
raged beneath our home.
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First published in the December 2008 issue of Ribbons:
Their marriage
of crisis and battle
a calm surface at last
where snowdrops and daffodils
sprout on their graves.
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First published in the February 2009 issue of Ribbons:
In the Tanka Café on the theme: The Diamond Sutra
Back and forth he walks
between the Twin Tower pinnacles
linked by a suture
high in the Manhattan dawn
diamond-strong his steps sparkling.
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First published in the June 2009 issue of Ribbons:
Valentine's dusk
rosy on the breaking waves —
the seaside redhead
glides her pink Cadillac
past each undressing surfer.
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Calligraphy and photo at Cadillac Ranch by Liz Davis (2009): notes below.
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Artist's note from Liz Davis:
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Your work is immortalized at Cadillac Ranch, on the right rear tire of
the lead car.
Your tanka reads clockwise on the pink part of the tire, beginning at
the southwest. It runs the length of the area just inside the cutout.
I was
happy to find this lovely pink canvas. I also liked the fact that the
tire still rotates so the tanka spins.
Here is a partial close-up, showing your 'signature' and that of your
amanuensis.
There were kids from every country going wild with joy because THIS is
a venue where spray painting is encouraged.
It was a little dicey
because the wind was blowing hard and I wanted to keep upwind of the
flying paint :-)
I think your tanka is likely to survive longer than most of the casual messages
because it lives on a piece of the car that doesn't make a good canvas for an 8-year-old.
Your work will fade into spray-paint memory when an artist comes along who wants to re-do the total look of
that wheel.
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