Tag: tanka

as if the grey matter didn’t matter olive lichen closing the gaps of nature

every single letter affirms the magic of the written word

teatime the winged god in the circle of construction workers

ghastly faces of dawn a quick bite into your heart

cold winds colder than your existence

pride swallowed and given a new vassal to possesss

animal instincts border the persona of skin

waking dream a self diagnosis of this dysfunctional complex

tip of the tongue the rhythmical drip drop of venom