dusk the rain conjures somatic urges confined to the skin
Tag: monostich
settling with savages the name of each scar
summer the best way to start the day is to stand wing to wing
the quiet man dreams of paradise like he was taught to
look in the mirror and say that you are destined
stop sign the sparrow looks right then left and proceeds to the heavens
char along the lines of the gripping word
first light we paginate the perils of existence
sleep eludes these eyes the illusion is grand
summer we work this flesh out of compassion
elancharan gunasekaran 