UNDERTOW TANKA REVIEW ISSUE 11




UNDERTOW TANKA REVIEW ISSUE 11






Painting by Remedios Varo









TANKA


Remedios Varo




tentacles wrap
tightly around her throat . . .
everything once
tucked safely inside her
quickly makes its escape


―Michael H. Lester





I dream of hidden
            rooms and secret doors, holding
all the lost things
            pets long departed live there
            among cluttered memories


―Deborah L. Davitt






one night the pavilion
of women disappears
as if a house of sand--
butterfly tent no longer needed
for another hundred years



―Alice Jennings






my body will shred
through atmospheres, into space
form constellations
with my gore and tongue licked clean
of censure, starlight, or you


―Megan Parker















HAIKU




Remedios Varo




cedilla her cough becomes a sough



―David J. Kelly








veiled sun
the arc
of her breast



―Basin Khan






cemetery gate
a firefly caught
in a cobweb



―Basin Khan





a dragonfly
ripples the lake
perigee moon



―Basin Khan





the edge
of a washed-up cliff
... daytime moon
           


―Basin Khan






bright sun deep inside lily's reflection



―Basin Khan




robin's nest -
a piece of sky snagged
in bramble



―Theresa A. Cancro






a ripening peach
whispers la madrugada
to the birds



―Theresa A. Cancro


            

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