inward – tanka

fall flows its madness straight into my cup of tea – sugarless amber: the honey in the glass jar smiles, awaiting patiently   © Liliana Negoi

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september

my marrow smells like autumn – september sank deeply its teeth inside my bones injecting them, like a snake, with the yellow sap of awareness. i’m aware. aware that i’m old and that the forest will soon be flooded with colors replacing the green. isn’t it ironic that a forest is never more colorful than … Continue reading

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The fall

October’s bones, bathed in grape juice and apple cider, laid on the pillows as if some holy relics, waiting to be worshiped by the commoners uninitiated in the art of forgetting about life. Beyond the window, the cloudy dawn caressed, like the hand of a lover intoxicated with autumn, the sweet curve of the mountain … Continue reading

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November Rorschach

Morning glides slowly along the wings of a dragonfly frozen in a corner and my window sighs, blessed with sunlight – November kisses seconds with the tenderness of one who knows that time is merely the perfume of existence. I see myself in a mirror through thick layers of smoke, “A thousand kisses deep” filling … Continue reading

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fall-ing – haiga

  haiku, photo and haiga © Liliana Negoi

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