A night at the coffee shop (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, written in shadorma form, inspired by Peter Juvonen’s The Jester’s Dream. On a night filled with dice and wine the jester scans the room for friendly faces amidst checkerboard parquet But all eyes look in sideways glance where maybe hides answers in disguise as cabernet and party people In a room of empty faces the [...]

Nothing is more broken than this (a poem)

Strayed from the challenge again yesterday, after not having written anything for a few days—or so I thought. After posting, I remembered that this poem includes overheard conversation (the bit about the generals)… Feedback howls over the square people pay no mind Some guy in the corner talks about how many generals it takes to [...]

Illumination (A poem)

Getting back to it after a bit of a break. Note that I am using illumination here in the Japanese sense; examples of illumination can be seen here and here. It’s been years since I last saw the lights opulent displays of color and bright to enliven the season distract from the chill with festivities running on into [...]

A poem from 1992

I did not write anything yesterday; today is still up for grabs. Meanwhile, I re-discovered a couple (okay, four) poems I wrote in 1992, while I was still living in Tokyo. This particular poem would appear to be concerned with the subway. The girl with the brown teeth and skin condition takes another drag from [...]

Questions about storytime (a poem)

Wrote this during one of the many folk songs people played at open mic earlier… Are people really as sad as the songs they sing? Tonight we’re here and we’re together what more do we need? What stories do our emotions tell when we let them out at night? Do they embellish what they tell [...]