loneliness
doesn't have a tongue ...
and yet it speaks
through a dripping faucet
and the tempest in my mind
Revision,A Hundred Gourds, 4:4, September 2015
A Room of My Own: Gliding Kayaks Tanka
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(*Added*: *Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCCII: "peace and
pieces"
day to night to day
smoke columns climb without end
Israel wants peace:
p...
