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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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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