Category Archives: Tanka

Certain colors are found in nature rarely, certain sounds equally, the brushed whisperings and amber hue of your thighs, nowhere else #tanka Tweet

Shards from dancing stars, fed on rice milk and jungle fruit, in time these creatures became the thick, black hair of Mong women. #tanka Tweet

Heart cries, protracted yearning, the hungry soul continually wounded by this distance, an arms’ length of infinity. #tanka Tweet

Refracted morning, glistening thistle, dove cries, intoxicating, your touch palpable, even these miles away, and maybe never. #tanka Tweet

Bird cries echo across still water, sun glimpsed beyond the trees, your presence held within this pebble, folly all folly. #tanka Tweet

Shrouded mountaintop, enveloped in the gauze of martyred lovers, nightly echoed cries of ghostly passion, feverish young hearts. #tanka Tweet

Half moon, false dawn unfolds, bringing subtle clues, glimpsed in periwinkle, dappled rays on water, scent of jasmine, morning song. #tanka Tweet

Amidst firecrackers, loud gongs, laughter and shouting – certain shapes can be seen moving about – these too, are ghosts, happy ones. #tanka Tweet

Creatures take shape, lift from their stony keep, plummet to the earth. Unfurled wings catch the air, soar above earthbound fields. #tanka Tweet

The glossy beast sings paeans to the coming season, fullness of possibility, buried within the day we become lovers. #tanka #micropoetry Tweet