Tanka Journal poet

Dennis Lowe

In their own words

Born and raised in Southern California, I left home to attend West Point and commission as an officer in the U.S. Army. The poetry of Basho first kindled my interest in haiku. Now, when the inspiration strikes, I write.

silent apartmentlove lonely year witheringwinter frost creepingdark room, untouched things, I findjunk mail and a Christmas card

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memories of himkeeper of law and justicewho died long agoI owe my existence tothe Judge who matched my parents

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three cypresses growwhere the water meets my homebats inhabit onean owl visits anotherthe third gives voice to the wind

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