TANKA TAKE HOME — 22nd October '25 Featuring poet: Marilyn Shoemaker Hazelton
- Firdaus Parvez
- 14 hours ago
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hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
October 22nd, 2025
poet of the month: Marilyn Shoemaker Hazelton
family photo:
my father’s father
before the booze
before the house was lost
before we inherited fear
Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka, Volume 4
speaking
of your courage and kindness
13 years later
your brother brings you
home again
Beyond the Grave, Robert Epstein, editor
this wisteria
so greedy for life
clawing air
as if to heave itself
toward heaven
Tanka Society of America
Member's Anthology 2015
learning
to let go of pain
I hear
cicadas sing
of their love for autumn
Tanka Society of America
Member's Anthology 2015
Marilyn, we thank you warmly for sharing your poems and for your thoughtful responses to our questions.
Q6.
TTH: Do you show your work in progress to anyone, or is it a solitary art that you keep close to your chest before letting it go for publishing?
Marilyn: I have belonged to several writing groups for many years. And I appreciate receiving suggestions on my tanka that I bring to the groups. At times the advice is to keep working with a draft. Sometimes I agree with the advice, other times I may not agree but, I always say "Thank you." And I consider the advice with an open mind the next day or even longer down the road.
More about the poet:
Marilyn Shoemaker Hazelton is a poet and essayist. Living in diverse parts of the United States as well as Thailand, Hong Kong, Spain and France has sharpened her sense of the need for poetry in this world. As a teaching artist, she approaches poetry as a path for empathy, understanding, and awareness. As a veteran of the War in Southeast Asia, survivor of an abusive first marriage, and a bereaved parent, she believes that creative acts can lift us from despair.
Currently, Marilyn lives and works in Allentown, Pennsylvania with her husband of fifty years and two cats. Until recently, she was the editor and publisher of red lights, an international tanka journal. Her writing has appeared in Haiku, moonbathing, Skylark, Bright Stars, Take Five (volumes 2,3 4), The Sacred in Contemporary Haiku, Beyond the Grave, The Tanka Journal and tinywords.
Your Challenge this Week:
Marilyn's poems are about life — the carrying on even after death, the craving to cling on to it, the accepting and letting go of pain in order to live. We'd love to know your thoughts on them. This week's challenge is about acceptance — whatever that means to you. Write. Read. Enjoy!
And remember – tanka, because of those two extra lines, lends itself most beautifully when revealing a story. And tanka prose is storytelling.
Give these ideas some thought and share your tanka and tanka-prose with us here. Keep your senses open, observe things that happen around you and write. You can post tanka and tanka-prose outside these themes, too.
PLEASE NOTE
1. Post only one poem at a time, only one per day.
2. Only 2 tanka and two tanka-prose per poet per prompt.
Tanka art, of course, if you want to.
3. Share your best-polished pieces.
4. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written. Let it simmer for a while.
5. Post your final edited version on top of your original verse.
6. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.
We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 250 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly magazine.
Tanka Prose #1
22nd. October 2025
Nature's Way
Maybe she knew. I wasn't sure. The ants started to show up. Rapid gasps slowed down to irregular breathing. As she walked past her little one, Mia’s hind legs nearly pinched the belly of the black kitten. So offended by this brazenness, I was shocked to see how cold-blooded Mia had grown! But Mia did know more than I did and she had more than one child to take care of.
once upon a time
a kitten lay dying
all alone or so it seemed . . .
a part of her mother
in private mourning
With the kittens darting after her, Mia settled down on a sunshade, further away. As her…
#1
overcoming pain
i give my speech
in her memory...
the sun rises radiantly
over the horizon
Sathya Venkatesh, India
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