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Autumn 2008, vol 6 no 3


Michael L. Evans

this drifting apart
more and more I find myself
reading Lorca's lines
my dreams gallop ghost ponies
under a red-mooned sky


when we ran barefoot
I brought you yellow ribbons
to tie your wild hair
now I send you these lines
to bind our memories


walk with me
over the old stone bridge
hand in hand
I will read you love poems
beneath the cinnamon tree


she trembles
wild under my touch
in moon shadows
my breath flies away
on night-moth wings


this place
where a river becomes
the ocean
my footprints disappear
into tomorrow's rain


my love for you
like a blue-butted baboon
screaming in the dark
all the colors of the world
would not bring you to me


this mole
that tunnels through
my mind
could I teach it to eat
unwanted memories?


when finally
my chest was opened
to mend this ailing heart
they found a small boy
playing hide and seek


you ask me why
I live in this small trailer
in the country
watch that little boy's grin
as he sneaks a plum from my tree


to be free
of my worst secrets
I whisper
into a curved seashell –
hold it to my deaf ear


Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following publications in which some of these poems first appeared.

" you ask me why", To Find the Moon, Tanka Society of America anthology, 2004
"she trembles", Ribbons, Vol.1 No.2, Tanka Society of America, Summer 2005
"to be free", Ribbons, Vol.1 No.3, Tanka Society of America, Autumn 2005


Michael L. Evans Michael L. Evans migrated to the Pacific Northwest, from his native San Diego, in late 1999.

He spends his time writing haiku/senryu, rengay, tanka, cinquain, cinqku, free verse, and rhyme. His haiku have been published and/or received contest recognition in the US, Canada, England, Australia, Japan, Sweden, and Romania. His tanka have appeared in Hermitage, Ribbons, red lights, Tanka Splendor 2005, Modern English Tanka, moonset, and The Tanka Society of America members' anthologies.

Part traditionalist, part modernist, any poem he writes is just as likely to be the one as it is to be the other.