Tag: monostich

autumn moon the drizzle light and dizzy

bloody mynahs rioting outside the train station

do felled trees go to heaven query the crow

an open eye scans the grey landscape

why pronouns we should identify as: cruel

window fog the world outside a strange dream

street cleaner and crow making small talk

a letter detailing the death of mango tree

perhaps they long to be me a shade darker

crouched shadow reflects by the night stream