Up a little late tonight. But obstacles always obstacles I count the costs in money not spent things not done Freedom does not allow such frivolities on its watch You’ve got to catch it when it’s not looking and sneak past, all ninja-like I do love the sound of falling rain but look over my [...]
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 [...]
Written during a poetry reading while listening to David Sylvian & Holger Czukay. Winter ghosts are waiting in the wings wishing to leapfrog their autumn counterparts Rain is hesitant leaving a few drops a night or two ago but silent ever since Echoes echo quiet as well the canyon before us has no size The [...]
It is popular these days to begin certain gatherings by ‘acknowledging the land’. But it seems to me that the people offering these ‘acknowledgements’, however well-intentioned, are leaving a few things out. For my part, I acknowledge that this is likely not a popular opinion. We acknowledge the land upon which we live and those [...]
Where there’s fire and a whole lot of wind, there’s smoke—and a lot of it. I saw a dime-sized spot in the sky today The sun usually follows me wherever I go But this time it was just sitting there watching — Film grain yellow-grey the color of confusion drawn between lines already filled — [...]
Because, really, I come up with either decent titles or decent poems, but seldom both. A drop of water just hangs out, undisturbed. A hand tilts the surface; the drop slides towards the edge. Tilt the other way; the drop follows suit. Eventually, the sun will reach its red giant stage; the drop (wherever it [...]
Inspired by the cover of the Haruomi Hosono album The Endless Talking, plus a few stray thoughts. Fiction in the shape of a horse A bot preparing for winter Stripes and candyfloss masquerading as Something Important How much of the cascade has been created for entertainment? (The directions are unclear; to follow them could result [...]
I started with the photograph; then it was suddenly 1988 again. Waves, brittle between hot sun and infertile earth Refraction Reformation Remember that one summer at the cabin across the bridge? High and low under similar conditions A weekend desire poured forth before retreating behind memory lines left wanting Did she believe that was me? [...]
Giant Meteor 2020! I don’t know Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t There is more than one way to get to the same place and past performance does not guarantee future results History is not a shortcut is what I always tell myself before I go looking for shortcuts forgetting that it didn’t turn out [...]
