For Dylan Thomas
alone
drunk with the starry void
skyward
I flap my arms...
standing on the ground, alone
my rage
against the dying of the light —
Calliope comes
in search of me
I write the first line: my rage
Shot Glass Journal, #4
A Room of My Own: Freedom and Mass Graves Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, LV: "mass graves"
hosting Passover
the festival of freedom ...
a neighbor's TV
blasts news of the mass graves
f...