Haiku # 610 (87/101)

I didn’t order anything but here sits this big box of questions


The Will of the Lilies (86/101)

  The altar was wet.  Soaked in the tears of the congregation, and the wood oozed any remaining sap as if to show its own grief.  Such a sympathetic gesture from a corpse that continued to live and listen.  I bowed my head over the mournful mahogany and cleared my throat. My voice cracked despite... Continue Reading →

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