quietude: is the modus operandi of the coast this summer morning
Tag: creative writing
tiny yellow flowers carried downstream: letters to ghosts
all bridges crossed or burnt must be troll tolled: pay one day we shall
blood becomes the bridge between razor and flesh
strange is the crow who sits in a circle of wild violets
bodies become burdened with silence whenever the evening turns golden
a wildflower on the table is as good as inviting the meadow into your home
nothing more than your kind attention for the gentlest of magic
the rain at last: a different kind of song
death’s old scythe catches the morning light
elancharan gunasekaran 