Black-and-white foreign film (with subtitles) (a poem)

I wrote three poems last night while watching a Japanese film (ももいろそらを, a/k/a About the Pink Sky). They all had parts I liked, but none of them quite worked on their own. This morning, I combined and edited them into a single poem… When the world looks flat and shallow and devoid of color time [...]

A place that can’t exist again (a poem)

Inspired in part by a New York Times an NPR story about Chris Stein’s photography… We were never there, were we? Sure, we saw the photos all black-and-white and grainy The sneer on his face the reflections in her shades ripped jeans and back-alley brick walls Spiky hair and leather the wild-eyed stare outside the club you know, [...]