Rain pitter-pattering on the roof all night.
deadline eve
the cursor blinks blinking
after I write
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to the following gembun:
My fingers click-clacking — hail against the window.
what's left unsaid
between words and lines ...
alone at false dawn
At 6 a.m., a film of cold grease has formed over my untouched coffee.
I add three words
revise them then kill the line ...
paper-white dawn
Added:
first autumn chill
the ladder to my tree house
two rungs missing
FYI: This is a sequel to my haiku below:
Added:
further in
and further in ...
moonlit fog
Added:
a begging bowl
outside the temple gate
rows of shoes
