A river of people move motivated by preservation, hands tightly grasping hands, a prayer for union in the midst of unfathomable hardship – they sacrifice
Meet You At The Station
Alternate realities parallel linear logic – Non-ego driven forays into magical mysteries – answers not supplied – Float in orgasmic, ethereal landscapes – kaleidoscopic colours unseen
Sibling Stuff
Brother, angel me, a slow cat growl, he, an ocean blue seer, a son of blushing peace me, the wilder, would bleed self velvet dazzle
Waiting On the Storm
The air hangs heavy and yet I shiver, threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky; high above the palm leaves quiver, the air hangs heavy
Irrational
Past, present, future time sequentially frozen – logic holds no sway when fear and emotions rear, exist despite boundaries. (A tanka for Ronovan Writes Haiku
