31 Gōrutendā

Dragonflies hover  kissing the lips of the pond but it saddens me that before their kiss is felt  they are gone to another. Written by Jim B...

The reeds reach upward dreaming they are green rice shoots slowly turning gold in the sight of the sun lit smile cast by old Fujiyama. Louis...

All roads are awash; think of Bill Clinton’s father, who drowned in a ditch  for another man to point his son towards history. D. P. Gooding...

This kick-the-can moon lands on our lawn, lighting up a shy dandelion and a small patch of clover where a bee stung my right foot. Kenneth P...

 i’ma little guy —chooses big fat long ‘shroom —flies higher’n a kite: Ben Franklin invented/was one helluva lightning rod. Gerard Sarnat MD...

Since first launching this online journal it has come to our attention that the form of verse we are publishing is not generally considered ...

At 31 Gōrutendā we are all about ‘tankers’: five-line poems with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure - and before you write in to say that tanka ...