Tag: tanka

backdoors and the alleys they lead the soul to

days of strange quiet at sea and the light reveals itself

i’ve been told otherwise but paradise is not for the faint hearted

the great churning of individualization by a higher power

summer noon the rain sustains the writing

keep to the shadows and watch the converts revel in flesh

birth from charcoal embers of the great cosmic whirlpool

a little headstart for you while i rearrange my toes

a vision: the sun drowned out by the gods of the deep

summer after dawn the limbs we have to coerce to walk down the skinny plank