Someone smiles, or: A new half-moon

A Sijo across the table, someone smiles I wonder at this new half-moon; each gesture carries unknowns small silences tease out a guess; the danger is believing that care could become enough Tanka Tuesday: Tread with trepidation! For Tanka Tuesday, we are invited to write a poem about moving through uncertainty with caution, fear, or… Continue reading Someone smiles, or: A new half-moon →