This is daily life:
hours passing by, day after trivial day,
blank years in and out.
And then the sudden moments of being:
the stab of memories, the sting of longings,
the slaughter of Time.
There is no screaming tragedy in ordinary life.
September, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
A Room of My Own: Stock Ticker Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCXCVI: "stock ticker "
a bruised girl’s hand
clutches a slice of bread
in pixels—
a stock ticker flashes past
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