nowhere to hang the moon and stars fireworks and bonfire sparks no colour to express the dog of depression no clarity of words in books no shadows in the sleep-soaked room at night the pair of complicit magpies haunting the garden (two for joy) would be all white their once glossy jet feathers and impertinent […]
Day: November 5, 2019
Entangled
morning glory! the well bucket-entangled, I ask for water Chiyo-Ni fresh dewdrops from petalled cups collect in my open palm […]
