Daily Archives: January 8, 2017

My Teacher is Now

I asked her to tea. She said, “my teacher advises me not to.” I told her my teacher said it’s okay. She asked me who is my teacher, I said, “the tea is my teacher.” I asked to kiss her. … Continue reading

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Leaves and Limbs

“I free you,” said the bare limbs to the falling leaves. Below, they gathered in a memorial; A sea of so many colors, Perhaps To honor the loss of their beloved or perhaps to finally effervesce in so many hues … Continue reading

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