Tan-Renga by Christina Chin & James Young 


late moonrise 
the blood moon bleeds
an unsettling howl

the clock says it is
the time i think it is



a sacrificial fowl
at the crossroad 
incoherent chants

the book falls
title page up



licking thin lips
a raspy whisper 
lights her eyes

drawing closer
we are all there



creating potions
the new priestess 
casts spells 

the cat
watching a spider



drumming 
on the lintel beam
a woodpecker

across the cemetery 
no heads turn