Tag: tanka

unwavering devotion the body by design no longer bleeds

the rain as witness to the lies we live

cat brings the winter moth to the brink of death and disappears into the darkness

footprint in the mud not questions but connections

we speak to the mad gods in greys and whispers

winter dawn the cobbler mending his mind on the sidewalk

night canal city lights drifting away from the madness

the weight of the crow’s curse on hunched shadows

nightfall the city is silent and yet i can feel its scheme