Soundless Confession

Sshhh... I am confessing. I am louder when my mouth is locked, when my tongue is still and numb— a willing prisoner inside the jail of sharp, tough teeth guarded by a pair of soft, stubborn lips firm to never let a single word escape. Ssshhh... I am confessing. My throat and vocal chord are…

Sea Shells: A Senryu

Silence of sea shells against the roaring blue waves, peace amid chaos. — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 28. — Senryu So if you are wondering if a 3 line, 17 syllable poem is Haiku or Senryu, you can pretty much place the serious poem in the Haiku column and the more…