Tag: fiction

exit subway: summer morning and the rain serenades the living dead

coffeeshop break in: mynah trio rattling the window shutters

the day is done and folded neatly archived in the library of the subconscious mind

the early bird: showoff mynah appears on a ledge with its quarry

summer and the sounds of reckless abandon that fills the concrete

summer and the question remains: why is the world so angry?

woken by the murmurs of rain at an ungodly hour

soft padded clouds to reign in your anxieties

hang the dark of my skin out to dry in the blue of dawn

phantoms hang swaying in place of the morning dew