last time through
the corn maze . . .
All Hallow’s Eve
Author: Sally Biggar
Sally Biggar lives in the mid-coast region of Maine. Little did she know 30 years ago, when she moved to the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State, that she would eventually find herself inexorably drawn, like a salmon, back to her birthplace, to fields ringed with stone walls, a granite coastline, fresh-water lakes and flaming fall foliage. She draws inspiration for her poetry from daily walks with her husband and eavesdropping anywhere, all the time. She began writing haiku in 2010, but now primarily writes tanka, which have appeared most recently in red lights, Eucalypt, Ribbons, GUSTS and Moonbathing.
move-in day
everything I own
seen
in a different
light
(Originally published in GUSTS No. 33, Spring/Summer 2021)
my daughter
can’t read cursive
imagine my sorrow
my notes in her baby book
are gibberish to her
(From A Thousand Voices, Tanka Society
seeing my dentist
of twenty years
on the beach
I recognize
his eyes
the
librarian
shakes
sand
out
of
my
over
due
b
o
o
k
tears
when
we
have
to
leave
your
height
chart
on
the
door
jamb
emptying her house
all our resentments
packed away
spinning
a carousel
of postcards
I see my town
as a tourist
(originally appeared in bottle rockets, #32, Feb 2015)
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