Tanka: The Uninvited Fall and Mulled Hearts

November knocks
precipitating a gloom
our embrace— “No one’s home!”
on the couch, we radiate
fall can wait; we mull over
sugar, spice, and love

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Grew up in the Essex countryside and currently resides in London. Passing through his 30s far too quickly. Likes: writing, design, the arts, and copious amounts of coffee. He is working on his first novel.

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