Tanka for working from home
In interesting times, I write at my son’s old desk cut into his closet stuffed with childhood remnants curse, avalanche …
In interesting times, I write at my son’s old desk cut into his closet stuffed with childhood remnants curse, avalanche …
I no longer trust myself having searched all morning for the missing piece in our endless jigsaw and come up …
I don’t know what they do this time of night. I just hear them squawking. And they sound a little …
you would think when walking through woods at night that we’d stumble — but instead we learn to find a …
I claim I know who I am and how, what to write down, but nighttime, wet snow falling presses me …
a clean sheet of paper hides every sin, each fumble and misspelling, so you think God spoke to me clean …
that dark corner may recall years past as it sighs – drowsy, in a haze – that I was here …
I specialize in making other people’s dreams come true because tending to my own stings, asks too much of heaven