A Confession in Tanka

~ Exhilarating,That time, when I stabbed the sky,The world slept in peace,The horizon bled to dawn,And I killed, sleeplessly, the night. ~

Art, Summer, French, and Quarantine!

Close your eyes. Turn your face to the first of the morning rays and feel the sun perforate your bones. Feel the wind cascade over your skin, almost like silk brushing past. Breathe in the scent of the green, tender grass. You see, it’s spring, and lockdown is not all that bad. Take this as…