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

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
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.