oh the sweet craft of sculpting words with the mind’s katana
Tag: monostich
a strange celebration of flesh forced to police my own thoughts
summer green spider extends a web thread of hope
the mundane conversion of tears to frostfires
dream body be still body ignite faces
will the writer in me follow when this soul departs
a hint of spice in coffee mynahs investigate crumb trail
just another lie the tree hidden amongst glass panels
all names lead to one until you become nameless of course
bird chatter nature is crytsal clear on matters of the heart
elancharan gunasekaran 