Coffin Ship

ground mist
the clicking knees of sheep
punctuate an afternoon

In the drizzly back-country of County Cork, I follow a tattered map
drawn by my great-great grandfather. From the parked rental car
I take my bearings.

As a lad of twelve, he sails from the port of Waterford in 1849.
His sister and mother die in the cargo hold, are buried at sea.
Eager and thin, he arrives in New York and serves two years of his indentured contract, then runs away to the gold mines of Montana.

naked berm
a pair of ravens peck
something shiny

I drive past lines of drying peat, stacked like tilted dominoes. Filling
my lungs with the heady scent of petrichor, I check his map again.

at a dead end
headstones too mossy to read
famine road

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Youmans, Rich (ed.), Contemproary Haibun, Vol 19.. Winchester, VA: Red Moon Press, 2024

2023 San Francisco International Haibun Contest: Hon. Mention ​

2024 San Francisco Rengay Contest

Interstate

Richard L. Matta, San Diego, California

Billie Dee, San Miguel, New Mexico

 

18-wheelers
shedding 10-ply skin
runaway truck ramp                  Richard

 

big chest, tiny waist
the chrome mudflap chick        Billie

 

watering hole
a singing trout
behind the bar                            Richard

 

biker funeral
his brother-in-law’s
borrowed suit                              Billie

 

hot Harley pipe. . .
the squid’s new ink                    Richard

 

tattoo removal
her last two husbands
finally gone                                  Billie

 

​

Second Place

Judges: Yvette Nicole Kolodjj, Sean Kolodji--comments

Grit and grime permeate this poem about living and dying in the fast lane, driving us into a memorable and vivid portrait that evokes Route 66 Americana. The fish-out-of-water discomfort of a biker donning an ill-fitted ‘borrowed suit’ is relatable. We watch the hot-headed squid (biker jargon for a specific type of reckless biker) impulsively get a new tattoo, new scar, or worse. The poem effectively transitions from tires shedding its skin to the undulating shapely silhouette of the ‘chrome mudflap chick,’ a symbol of the unattainable standards of feminine beauty. The poem ultimately ends with a woman shedding her tattoos and her ex-husbands. The stories of those that occupy this milieu are intriguing—the tone and theme of this poem really stood out from all the other contest entrants.

 

Haiku Sequence

Fly Over Town

a gutter spout 

packed with hazelnuts 

red squirrel dawn 

 too cold to snow 

 cutthroat pinochle 

 with the in-laws 

 assisted living 

     an untuned upright 

     in the day room 

six rhubarb pies 

at the Lutheran potluck 

we bow for Grace 

crab apple branch

bristly with hoarfrost 

solstice moon

 

 

Modern Haiku 56.1, 2025

 

Wild Turkey

Mike and the boys drop by so we sit up all night knockin back shots, tellin jokes and countin all the times we got our hearts broke. Old Bob tries to sing along with Johnny Cash but his dentures keep slippin and when we crack up he gets mad and stomps out the door.

It’s getting pretty ripe in here and our eyes are waterin or maybe it’s the old songs and all the stories of when we was kids and had a future or maybe it’s just them onions Mable chopped and fried with the hash browns.

Sam keeps getting sick. I walk him outside so he don’t mess up the rug and then Mike shows us his new Chevy crew cab and says we should go cruisin. We all hop in and that’s the last thing I remember.

     after the fist fight
     eating ripe peaches
     on the back porch

Contemporary Haibun Online, 21.1, Mar 2025

The View from Lipton Seat

Haputale, Sri Lanka

Arms flung wide in cool mountain air
ribbons of chanted Heart Sutra twine
from an old slope-slung monastery

binding us with this singular moment.

     the manicure
     of a tea plantation
     emerging
     from morning mists





            wild elephants

Contemporary Haibun Online, 21.1, Mar 2025

Recently Published Haikai, Jan 2025

haikuKATHA #39, Jan 2025

     first dawn
     the pounding in my head
     in my head

    
     last call. . .
     the barkeep wipes down
     one more year

     taking down the mistletoe widow’s moon

    

Recently Published Haibun

Long-distance Runner

           final sprint         
           pacing each breath

           with stride      

Through the window his nurse watches
a cardinal land on a snowy branch. Smiling,
she turns to plump the pillows.

hospice room         
dawn reflected         
in the bed rails

 

haikuKATHA #39, Jan 2025

Bouquet Garni

Up early to beat the heat. Down the path to the tool shed

blackbirds twitter indigo into a blushing dawn.

A silhouette of Grandaddy’s old Allis Chalmers begins

to emerge. The saddleback geese are just waking.

      hornworms
 

      tossed to a Guinea hen—

      six new chicks in tow

Once the cherry tomatoes are staked, I weed the zucchini,

thin out a row of carrots. Now, here comes

our bantam rooster, crowing as he struts through a patch

of tarragon. Marigolds the color of traffic cones peek

from a swath of thyme. My hoe takes care of the bolting sage.

Satisfied, I scrape my boots, tie on a crisp gingham apron.

     first lavender wands
 
             a sprig of parsley

             between my teeth   

Contemporary Haibun Online, 20.3, Dec 2024

The Narrow-Gauge Train to Kandy

                 mountain mist
                 the tea plantation dotted
                 with bowing pickers

At the Temple of the Sacred Tooth, Gautama’s left incisor rests
within seven nested golden boxes behind an altar mounded
with blue lotus blossoms, the intoxicating fragrance of which
induces a state of reverence and awe amidst the clamor
of temple drums and chanting barefoot monks.

                 a procession
                 of painted elephants—
                 iron shackles

Contemporary Haibun Online, 20.3, Dec 2024

Jackrabbit

           quaking aspen
               the dappled sway
                         of muttongrass

It's my tenth birthday and I’m learning to shoot the .22 rifle.
It’s over 100 years old, handed down from father to son
for three generations, and now to me. Even though I’m a girl,
Daddy treats me like his worthy heir. “Act serious,” I whisper
to myself, but I can’t quite contain my grin. 

          wild strawberries
          gleam like pigeon-blood rubies. . .
          stinging nettles

 haikuKATHA #26, Dec 2023

San Francisco International Rengay Contest

Reflections 

     Richard L. Matta, San Diego, CA, USA 
     Billie Dee, San Miguel, NM, USA

fireworks
a blue heron fishes
shooting stars 

depth of the glacial lake. . .
Perseid shower 

      distant splash 

      moonglow shimmers 

      in ripples 

     overhand cast
     spinner glint mirrors 

     the night sky 

the comet’s tail
a large-mouth bass 

this vast stretch
           of Milky Way
                   salmon eggs 

First Place, 2023 (Judge: Gary Gay)

 __________ 

The Tour Boat’s Wake 

     Michael Dylan Welch, Sammamish, WA, USA

     Billie Dee, San Miguel, NM, USA

San Diego Zoo—
a slow line
for the pandas 

a row of make-out cars
at Sunset Cliffs

     the Coronado Bridge
     curving over sailboats. . .
     the tour boat’s wake 

     sun glint on bay chop
     we paddle our kayaks past
     the USS Midway 

low-riders on parade
in Old Town 

orchid show
the Spreckels Organ
shakes Balboa Park  

Honorable Mention, 2023 (Judge: Gary Gay)

Split Sequence linked Haiku

This new variation on linked haiku sequences is explained by its innovator Peter Jastermsky. Try writing some yourself with a trusted partner and discover how addictive this form can be.  This excerpt is copied from the Frogpond website:

__________

An Introduction to Split Sequences
(complete PDF version) 

by Peter Jastermsky

Here is a sample excerpt from the opening page of this essay:

This essay will offer a brief history of the split sequence, with examples of collaborative and solo versions, as well as a brief how-to primer on writing a split sequence at the end.

I created the split sequence form in 2017. Having just written a selection of haiku and senryu, I looked at the poems in front of me and asked myself, “What would happen if I did this?” I took one of the haiku, split the three lines apart, and placed a haiku between each of those three lines. The line format became 1/3/1/3/1/3. After some tweaking, and adding a title, I realized that I had created a linked piece of some kind. But what was it?

Garry Gay created a linked verse form, the now famous rengay, in 1992. Perhaps the aspect that has been rengay’s staying power is its communal aspect. My 2017 discovery is also a linked form maintaining certain elements of renku. Over time, the rengay caught on with poets, and that communal form is strongly being written 30 years later. Linked verse brings us together. So let’s share a split sequence!

A split sequence starts once an original three-line haiku is picked that you judge will be suitable in its individual lines to split into thirds.

[essay continues for several more pages] . . .

. . .

Jastermsky, Peter. "An Introduction to Split Sequences." Frogpond 45.1, Winter 2022, 91-95.

Space Cowboys!

Two new split-sequence linked haiku written by Deborah P Kolodji and me have been published in Eccentric Orbits #3, a speculative/scifi poetry anthology released by Space Cowboys Publishing. Many thanks to editors Wendy Van Camp and Ken Goudsward.

 

What Knockers
     Billie Dee, New Mexico, USA
     Deborah P Kolodji, California, USA

electric storm

     darkness
     your face for a split second
     in a flash of light

Igor shambles

     Tesla coil
     the stench of fresh grave goods
     clings to his cowl

 into the windmill

      the world tilts 
     air circulates 
     in an Abby Normal brain 

 [with apologies to Mel Brooks and the late greats Marty Feldman and Gene Wilder, staring in Young Frankenstein]

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 One Arm of the Spiral 
     Deborah P Kolodji, California, USA
     Billie Dee, New Mexico, USA

galactic neighbors

     how many light years
     between your planet
     and mine

the brown dwarf

     dark nights together
     a lack of heat
     or energy

 lurks

      peering
     into the void
     feeling the gravity

 

__________

 

Here's a link to a new YouTube reading that we performed at the opening party for the book: What Knockers. (scroll to 14:10)

 What's a Rengay?

Here are a few articles that explain this collaborative haiku sequence form:

    Michael Dylan Welch
             Rengay: An Introduction
            More essays on rengay

    Joan Zimmerman
            The Rengay Verse Form

Contest Results

I am pleased to announce the following two rengay have placed in the 2021 San Francisco International Rengay Contest (scroll down to read judge’s comments). Many thanks to my talented writing partners, Naia and Deborah P Kolodji, to Haiku Poets of Northern California, who sponsored the event, and with deep gratitude to the judges: Julie Schwerin and Dan Schwerin.

 Lineage
           Naia, USA
           Billie Dee, USA

     prairie stillness
     awaiting the foal's
     first breath

     drinking from the same trough
    old gelding and I

            curry comb
            the roan stallion pins back
            his ears

            horsefly weather
            my bowlegged grandfather
            brushes his Stetson

    cowpoke on all fours
    the toddler squeals giddyup!

    the farrier's wagon
                lists to one side
    lazy afternoon

                           Honorable Mention, 2021 HPNA Rengay Contest

 

Omicron
           Deborah P Kolodji, USA
           Billie Dee, USA

    gray January
    the only visitor    
    hummingbirds

    the softest pink    
    first mourning dove song

            crow caw
            no more room
            in the morgue

            why
            am I telling you this
            screech owls all night

    mask mandate
    a peacock's reflection

    the last nestling
    left to feed
            cuckoo chick

                           Second Place, 2021 HPNA Rengay Contest