Friday, April 04, 2014

Silence tanka prose

And in that city the houses of the dead
are left empty...

Debora Greger, The Dictionary of Silence 

The cold war has not ended. Its architecture of loneliness 
became as widespread as the silence between the sun 
and the moon.

a battle of gestures,
this silent doomsday,
is our last chance
to open a bottle
of good champagne

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