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 [...]

One of Those Small Moments That Come Back As Random Memories (a vignette)

I started out writing this as a poem, but quickly discovered that it needed to take a different form: I remember the smart young woman in the first car of the subway. She usually had a little too much blush, and wore what we referred to as an eggshell skirt* (because of its shape). She was [...]