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.
A Room of My Own: Tel Aviv’s Sunset Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCLXVII: "Israelis leaving in
record numbers"
*I turn, turning back *
*to see Tel Aviv’s sunset*
*for the las...
