Category Archives: Tanka

Tanka–Little Masturbations

Poems of myself rarely find their way to sky. Heroes stuck in clay, feet marching, lonely in place, like little masturbations.   (moon: etocz.com: bear/sneakers: pxleyes.com) Advertisements

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Tanka–Who Was I?

A rainy morning: I wonder who I might be; the windows are streaked. Trees await my scrutiny; is it windier out there?   (top: situation-kunst.de; bottom: controlyourcash.com)

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