October in my blood

bowing and scraping at the gates of the gray there moaned October, demanding to be let in.   we both looked at the capillaries of insipid sunlight throbbing in its helix, striving to teach it the memory of warmth, and October grinned raindrops and mud on our soles.   you took my hand – I … Continue reading

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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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