From the series, Japan Poems.
Umbrella ghosted
by whoever held it last–
Rain in the forecast.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Umbrella ghosted
by whoever held it last–
Rain in the forecast.

From the series, Japan Poems.
With people removed
dreams travel great lengths to occupy
the paralleling tracks
of company and solitude.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Dreaming is given
to distances laid over
by intimacy.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Through a gate darkly,
semblance of lives, burning time–
Tokyo nocturne.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Heaven’s bike country
where wheels are always turning
to leaven grounding.

From the series, Japan Poems.
In a world of blue,
you’ve been through it, haven’t you?
Scraped deep to beauty.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Intimacy bred and cultivated
by narrowest confines
is the progenitor
and best advocate
for imagination’s nubile foreplay
in limitless spaces
dreamed up in real time.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Satiated want
of rain kissing ground open to
blurred trysts with strangers.

From the series, Japan Poems.
In the fast season
of love hotels lusting cast
melding prefers dark.
