Tag: tanka

stone bench the lonely man takes a selfie with oblivion

cast upon mortal shores drowned gods without a cause

winter the old crow sports an icicle for a beard

curbside drama a mixture of human and crow onlookers

flesh reduced to the blur of techno organic disco vibes

bridge the empty spaces magic woven and unwoven

darkness embodied orphaned celestials residing within

autumn stage the fireball grows out of control singeing brows and fingertips

how wonderful it would be to reign over toadstools and garden gnomes