with the rope
of my unpublished poems
I hang myself
in a rooming house
filled with windowless nights
Sketchbook, 6:5, September/October 2011
A Room of My Own: Drifting in White Ribbons Tanka
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*Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XLIII
written on Canada Day Eve
twilight mist
drifting in white ribbons
over the river ...
thoughts of staying or going
tangl...
