Wind-lashed Teacup

fractured vocabulary swings where the ropes are severed word temples bow at the end of the river An ode to dying languages, whether they be tongues effaced by history, letters whose contents gather dust, paint wrung out from a sponge with the vision still inside it, or birds singing at the moon on one spring night many years ago, Wind-lashed Teacup explores the mysteries of speech and silence, change, and letting go. Writing both an homage to the power of language and an acknowledgment of i...