snow on snow ...
loneliness, a ghost language,
spoken wordlessly
to my drunken shadow
on the attic wall
Ribbons, 12:1, Winter 2016
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...