in the black heart of night
I lie in bed fretting over
blue injuries of the past
bobbing up and down
in the white ocean of time
my mind drifts towards ...
the edge of this gray world
Winter 2010 issue of Rust+Moth.
One Man's Maple Moon: Fruit Tanka by Kala Ramesh
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*English Original*
mother laments
being old and bent
I see her
as a curved branch
laden with fruit
*the unseen arc*, 2017
Kala Ramesh
*Chinese Tran...
