How Loud This Voice Inside: tanka Sequence
Published in Poetry Pacific [Spring Issue 2013] http://poetrypacific.blogspot.ca/ How Loud This Voice Inside: tanka Sequence reading with the lamp on, I see a crater where our bed last lay… we watch the distance burn you are the last ring of smoke to be held tight… we’re lucky we’re not art sunken moon, my mind upside down in the sky… moonlight cannot polish stone, or pester our transparencies how silent the trees how loud the shots of hunters how broken the geese wings…how hidden the pocket knife tearing my desire