Raziel Moore | Monocle


In micropoem, Uncategorized on 24/02/2016 at 11:13 pm

When I burn
I promise it won’t be clean
You will never get my soot
out of your lungs.

Tideing Up

In senryu on 23/08/2015 at 9:19 am

There will come a time
I’ll lift up the sea’s carpet
sweep myself under.


In microstory on 23/08/2015 at 9:15 am

Fifty more miles to go against the never-ending Gale. Today, it’s my turn to lead. My sisters line up behind me and I break the way.