Category: Writing

There's a bright, golden moon tonight. Call the klatch to order before the moon makes it past the trees We must debate its exact shape and decide how far to fall The moment, as they say, is fleeting— same as before But now there’s less of it to go around You may be skeptical of [...]

A self-portrait of sorts. I am posing as myself a role for which I am both uniquely qualified and horribly ill-suited I have been the Brainiac the awkward poet the hormone-fueled misfit the inadvertent member of an in-crowd the expat living on ¥600 a day the expat working in a Tokyo high-rise the basket case [...]