a toast to the free falling feelings of phantom pain
Tag: senryu
death to the writer he whose body is now but a dream
oh the sweet craft of sculpting words with the mind’s katana
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
elancharan gunasekaran 