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Passage

From the series, Japan Poems. If only in trespasses and glimmers, if only the passages within possessed lasting value— What is that thing, at the edge of waking, that thing without agenda or the burden of always moving freight?

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Forgotten Temple

From the series, Japan Poems. Moss-carpeted stone steps leading up to the forgotten temple, fewer and fewer guests paying their respects to these hallowed grounds, a song of stately decay, of bones and overgrown grass, a rusted bell tolling absence … Continue reading

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Moon River

From the series, Japan Poems. To engage the intimacy of distance one must attend from within the agency of absence to sensual contact.

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Web

From the series, Japan Poems. We, lucent beads of rain, clinging indefinitely to a spider’s web— the climate of ephemera.

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Cell

From the series, Japan Poems. In the loneliness of night she stares at her cell phone thinking about her next customer not thinking about them at all numb wondering about her high school friends what they are doing right now … Continue reading

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Sylvia Plath

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In the Beginning

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Fall

In autumn’s brisk grief, leaves flashing briefest raptures to seed elegies.

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Vagrant

Near to the bone warming and wildly grazing in solitude not lonely but rather alone in the company of words stories voices enabling vagrancy within most cherished intimacies rooting me home.

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Pasture

Near to the bone wildly grazing in solitude not lonely but rather alone in the company of words stories voices enabling my vagrancy in rooting me home.

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