The rain pounds down on
The pavement, the streets, the city
Gray clouds swallow me
I remember the past and
I slip through minutes and hours.
(poem written in Tanka form)
I’m available to beta read poetry manuscripts or fiction, non-fiction, etc.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
The rain pounds down on
The pavement, the streets, the city
Gray clouds swallow me
I remember the past and
I slip through minutes and hours.
(poem written in Tanka form)
I’m available to beta read poetry manuscripts or fiction, non-fiction, etc.