hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
poet of the month: Chen-ou Liu
Biography:
Chen-ou Liu is currently the editor and translator of NeverEnding Story (neverendingstoryhaikutanka.blogspot.com), and the author of two award-winning books, Following the Moon to the Maple Land (First Prize, 2011 Haiku Pix Chapbook Contest) and A Life in Transition and Translation (Honorable Mention, 2014 Turtle Light Press Biennial Haiku Chapbook Competition). His tanka and haiku have been honored with many awards. Visit his blog, Poetry in the Moment (http://chenouliu.blogspot.com), to read more of his poetry.
Chen-ou, thank you very much for taking the time to respond to our questions. Our readers will gain so much from your experiences. We look forward to reading your comments on the submissions here.
July 26, 2023
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TTH: Can you give any advice to someone wanting to write and publish tanka? As an editor what are you looking for in a tanka that makes it most likely to get published?
Just write, get better, keep writing, keep getting better. It's the only thing you can control. -- Roger Ebert
And I'm looking for something wrestling with how we live, something "dangerous," and something honest.
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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?
I seldom show my work in progress to anyone. Writing is a lonely business ...
Many thanks for your support of my writing.
All the best,
Chen-ou
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on the way home
after the first day of class
the clatter
of a latchkey boy’s stick
against a row of picket fences
Honorable Mention, Tanka Section, British Haiku Society Awards, 2021
It is always three o'clock in the morning
day after day.
the ghostly past
lurking around the corner
of my mind ...
with a scalpel of words
I stab into its heart
However, my immigrant past is never ...dead -- gone and forgotten. It is not even past.
Distressed and alone by the bedroom window, in the wake of a dream about a Taiwan blue magpie disappearing into the dark forest, I hear Time passing in the sound of snow.
Ribbons 19:1, Winter 2023
The challenge for this week: openHALL - no prompt this week.
Give your muse free rein!
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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.
An essay on how to write tanka: Tanka Flights here
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.
#1
a retroactive wish
ripples through
my soul…
all my past lives
changed for the better
TP #1
Revised thanks to Firdaus:
Fatal Attraction
I am watching a mosquito buzz around me. It's long proboscis is protruding from the head and it is several times longer than the head itself. As soon as it rests on my arm, I quickly try a fatal swat. It knows my murderous intentions and flies off. As soon as it rests on the wall I smash it with a book. Blood is splattered on my favourite wallpaper. Ah, another bites the dust.
spring tide
my footprints on the sand
get washed away
the tickle of sand lingers
between my toes
Feedback appreciated:)
Fatal Attraction
I am watching a mosquito buzz around me. It's long proboscis is protruding from the head…
#2---31July23
since diabetes
ate the spindles of your legs
and blindness shuttered
what was left of your mind—why
do I love you all the more
---Billie
feedback welsome
#3
love's touch
between bees
and flowers - on a pathless path
the gathering of honey
for unknown users
Feedback most welcome :)
rainstorm
the moringa tree branches
bend low ...
shaken by his ire
yet she will not cower
Feedback is welcome.