Issue 6 – September 2026 – Tanka Page 8
the recipe says
serve immediately
I eat it cold
standing at the counter
in yesterday's clothes
Jacek Margolak, Poland
I pretend
this poem is about
a friend, not me …
the truth too painful
for my family to know
Keitha Keyes, Australia
I scan my body
to waken my hearts centre
my gut speaks its pain
yet on picturing your face
The metta flows joyously
Ivan Cole, Australia
tender heartwood
cracks & splits open if
it dries too fast
a year later the wound
of your passing is still fresh
Sally Biggar, USA
waking alone
in the winter dawn—
a flaw
in the glass pane
finds the first light
Gavin Austin, Australia
sunrise crimsons
my eastern windows
as if the house
of the small mind
itself were ablaze
Jenny Ward Angyal, USA
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