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
Rain pours, morning sky glows gray…
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Break the earth down…
I slipped out of dreams…
NaNoWriMo is here, and for the first time in six months, I’ve decided not to work on a novel this…
A poem written in Tanka form.
Green Parrot Feather