“Writers write”, they say.
Yes, well, that seems true enough.
I know that I do.
But like many other things
I might just take it too far
On My Own Posting Frequency
An effort at something like self-awareness.
Tag: Tanka
summer burns
summer burns up our
daft and selfish illusions
leaving us ourselves
whatever we stand for and
sobering reality
To share is human:
why morning matters
night broke some windows
ransacking both soul and mind
as demons will do
but chaos begets order
and order needs awakening
To share is human:
every season
every season
inflicts its own damages:
some more visible —
for time truly, truly is
the universal solvent
To share is human:
shadows and whispers
‘we don’t touch,’ she said,
‘that isn’t something we do.’
how many secrets
the winter sees through windows,
born of shadows and whispers
To share is human:
Our Wonder
Infiltrating us
The night sang of our wonder
As breath turned to ice
And ice turned to winter hope
And hope to passion, in turn…
Infiltrating us
The night sang of our wonder
As breath turned to ice
And ice turned to winter hope
And hope to passion, in turn…
To share is human:
at last, serena
there is time and space
and there are times and spaces
these are not the same
for one is conceptual
and the other life, itself
