I’m not normally given to blowing smoke up my own arse. But today I will grant myself this one indulgence. I recently had a tanka poem published in the Tokyo Tanka Journal. Tanka is a form of Japanese poetry. A tanka poem has no title. It consists of 5 lines and a limited number of syllables. Here are my five lines:the words that swim crowding the fishbowl of your mind what’s inscribed there, at the bottom?