At The Entrance Of The Afternoon
Flame stands in its ungentle passing.
Tag: tanka
The Treasure Of The Pied Crow
Pied white ‘n dull-green ‘n shim’ring black, treasuring the trove you’ve gathered.
To Keep From Writing
Take the ink from the (FlexGrip) pen; articulate the uncontrollable.
…
Am I ever writing this? You were always reading this. The stars knew they were burning…
Tanka From A Slightly Diff’rent Universe
A diff’ring
(to the usual) time of day,
adorned with diff’rance.
