Posted on 10 April 2019
by J.S. Graustein
a tanka sequence first light of the eastern sun igniting the dust on my face: cowardice barefoot from land to land we search for pristine soil that satiates our souls bells tolling on the necks of camels this rhythm takes our deep silence to…
Category: poem, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: caravan, desert, ecolinguistics, folded word, hifsa asharf, migrant, national poetry month, poem, Poetry, sequence, tanka, wanderer, WrittenWordWednesday
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