Tag: tanka

unmasked in a sea of surgical masks after dawn

the leathery rasp of thunder in the evening monsoon

forlorn and forgone bodies in a state of empty

expanse of the eastern shores filled with the presence of a single soul

the softest clouds on your side of the bed

cold dawn the stream that struggles to be the sea

the tender burn of tongue as the flatbread melts and spices erupt from the curry

empty shells marching into oblivion this cold morning

this morning’s darkness heavy on the eyes

glow of digital screens reveals the man in the wheelchair twitching as he wakes from programmed sleep