A tanka for Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge—spring gusts, wild north-easter.


North wind roars

with ice in its voice


The words, I remember,

all those times of grieving.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

32 thoughts on “Tanka:”

      1. Even I am at it. I have to be fast though because my 12th grade will start in a week, so all I have is these 2-3 days.

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