Tag: Grand tanka

• Conversations with my mother, now long-dead

  I write to you everyday and each night in my mind — out of sight, out of love, out of repetition. Wearing grooves through stone along the road, my words think they can erase the first set and grind rather new ones or wipe them out altogether, letting me slide free off these memories, into…

  Jenifer

  June 9, 2016

  Family, Grand tanka, Grief, Love, Memory, Mother, Muse, Tanka

  Grand tanka, poetry