Tag: monostich

as we leech the heartache from howling gales

concept of cold the winter forest’s defiance

the sacrilege of this night and the cannibalization of words

between skin and screen have you mastered the art of divided attention

buddha from under the rock confused at his slice of pie

clutch and pump slow steady until feelings are naught

not weakness if it helps you heal surrender your senses

pockets of moody fire in the shallow sky after dawn

it’s not that complex you were born with death in your bones