Tanka: A Slow Death
Every passing year, a dragon’s breath smothering the anguished tundra. I wish I took better care of this once pristine body.
Read MoreA mixed-race Brit writing about a mix of things.
Every passing year, a dragon’s breath smothering the anguished tundra. I wish I took better care of this once pristine body.
Read MoreIn solitude
Self-love can manifest as
Stockholm syndrome
Never trained for sports
headless chickens for hands—‘choo
can catch a cold though
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Read MoreThe sun pulls shadows
like a stubborn wisdom tooth
I smile awkwardly
Peony petals
pushing for an audience
in praise of the sun
Skating on thin ice
snow balanced on treetops—snap!
synchronised fractures
Into the void; where I am lead
Stands the sempiternal stone
Well there’s blood on my pillow
a cadaver underneath the sheets
Unsteady snow prints blood rushed away in white-out a wounded wolf’s wail
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