Sondra J. ByrnesSondra J. Byrnes

Born in Great Bend, Kansas
Currently living in Santa Fe, New Mexico

Sondra J. Byrnes, relatively new to writing poetry, writes haiku, senryu and tanka. Her poetry has been published in Frogpond, A Hundred Gourds, Ribbons, Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, Moongarlic, among others. Byrnes, together with Charles Trumbull, started the Santa Fe Haiku Study Group in February 2015. She was elected Secretary of the Haiku Society of America in 2015. Byrnes served on the planning committee for Haiku North America 2017 in Santa Fe. Byrnes is a retired law and business professor from the University of Notre Dame; she lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Along with short form poetry, Byrnes is interested in ikebana and chanoyu.

Twitter @SondraJByrnes


 

a shawl he gave me
cut up for washing rage--
spring cleaning

South by Southeast 20:2, Summer 2013

zazen--
my knees
won't stop talking

tinywords 13.2, September 2013

his cracker crumbs--
when did i start
to notice?

Prune Juice, November 2013

he kicks a stone into an argument

moongarlic, November 2013

brand management
the holes in her
timeline

Cattails, January 2014

a wrong answer
in the third grade--
lingering clouds

Frogpond 37:1, Winter 2014

early retirement
rearranging stones
in the garden

Acorn, Fall 2014

cockleburs--
all those mistakes
i've made

Prune Juice, November 2014

dinner for one--
she reheats the
argument

tinywords 14.2, November 2014

morning prayer
she knots and unknots
her apron strings

Frogpond 38:1

cutting me off
at the inbound lane
crescent moon

Daily Haiku Cycle 20 Winter 2016

at the gym
after thanksgiving
pumping irony

Failed Haiku, January 2016

at the market
i think that stranger in line
is a facebook friend

Modern Haiku, 47:1

mice running the walls of my mind--winter chill

The Heron's Nest, March 2016

vegan
that tone
of voice

Prune Juice, March 2016

poetry reading the grain in the floor

A Hundred Gourds, June 2016

zazen--
on a latecomer's shoes
rip of velcro

Failed Haiku, April 2015

her gossip
how the dust motes
rise and resettle

Brass Bell, May 2016

day moon--
growing into the person
i thought i was

Failed Haiku, July 2016

typos
in her apology
spring weeds

Frogpond 39:2, Summer 2016

after harsh words
we pull our chairs
into the sun

Modern Haiku 47:3