Tag: monostich

between the drizzle and gale: i may have used up my daily quota of daydreams

your dream is your own like the fine print on your soul

like a memory thief slip in and out of the gates of consciousness

autumn in the dark before dawn shadows take stage with grace

such joy: mynahs jumping the fence and rebelling against the coffeeshop overlords

a slow quiet burn in the depths of my soul

a muted dream: autumn at the coffeeshop

it’ll take you awhile but I’m sure you’ll find the blade buried somewhere in the words I speak

a chill in the autumn air that speaks of ancient madness