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

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.

From the series, Japan Poems.
People who vanish,
where exactly do they go?
Thin air holds secrets.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Streets,
vivid in character
and starred in the calm lore
of desolation and subtext,
train the wanderer’s interest
to stop, notice, gaze
deeply at or into causes
warming us to the effects
through which we marvel
at curiously intimate lengths.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Scent of coming rain,
accompanied by silence–
Solitude holds sway.
