Tag: fiction

cold dawn the stream that struggles to be the sea

the tender burn of tongue as the flatbread melts and spices erupt from the curry

empty shells marching into oblivion this cold morning

this morning’s darkness heavy on the eyes

glow of digital screens reveals the man in the wheelchair twitching as he wakes from programmed sleep

the pigeon pacing back and forth between legs and butterflies in the gut

a pair of mynahs looking at the sky and cursing aloud

sneaking up on the old ginger cat mynahs find joy

cold dawn sleep finds us beyond the thick sea fog

violet skies and burning moons harder than you think making sense of alien worlds