100 Tanka : 100 Poets

	time and again I leave the nursing home through a locked gate fearing the code that lets me out will one day hold me in Susan Constable - Canada GUSTS, Vol 12, 2010; Take Five, Vol 3, 2011
		breaking day old bread at noon I rest with pale crumbs and dark ants, waiting for the bamboo garden broom whose sshhh precedes the sweeper R. Nemo Hill - USA
the Chinese, someone says, have a word for the day before yesterday... my mother's hand on the edge of Grandma's coffin Tzetzka Ilieva - USA
	In Camouflage he tucks in Harry Potter at his fairy tale destination and departs at Pentagon Station S.M. Abeles - USA Atlas Poetica Vol. 11 Spring 2012
		lady’s slipper one rare pink blossom in June my pregnant belly finally shows Christina Nguyen - USA Atlas Poetica - 'From Lime Trees to Eucalypts' Special Feature, 2011; Take Five: Vol 4, 2012

cards face down feign uniformity turning them over I expose the hand I've been dealt Mary E. Moore - USA Modern English Tanka, Spring 2008.
	a mattress on a concrete floor since I sold my bed no-one comes to visit me not even in my dreams Brendan Slater - England Ribbons 7:1; Take Five, 2012.
		never thought a life could grow to be this unadorned, my daily pot of oatmeal steaming on the stove Janet Lynn Davis - USA Modern English Tanka, Autumn 2008;  Take Five, 2009.
lifting me away from the computer to my kitchen window the early morning honks of canada geese Alan Summers - England Blithe Spirit 20:3, 2010.
	if I could let go of everything I cherish the winds would surely carry me away like a feather Kala Ramesh - India Notes from the Gean- December 2011.