Tag: tanka

nightfall in the process of translating this skin

come closer we speak in greys and binaries

coffee whilst the morning gales wail

in this grey expanse feelings matter lives matter

the river slows to watch our ritual

a head or husk to sacrifice calm the river gods

shadow on the sidewalk inhales deeply from cigarette and holds the silence for eternity

a cold gust snaps the spine and bends morale

piecing the snippets of this morning’s ginko

warm air watching bodies unravel