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

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
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.