Tag Archives: rain

Way Station

I walked to the train station at night. I was going to drive. It was a hot day, I had already been out walking in the sun, and I thought—just drive to the train station. But when it was time … Continue reading

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Knocking on Silence

   Writing often feels like knocking on silence.  Like, I’m at some mysterious stranger’s door and it is raining outside and I am wet and rumpled (inside and out), hoping the door will open and I will be let in. … Continue reading

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No Godot Here

From the series, Japan Poems. Waiting in the rain for a train that never comes– Blues for Dr. Seuss.

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Tender

From the series, Japan Poems. The grass grows greener beneath a shared umbrella– Tender shoots tremble.

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No Dominion

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

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Weather Report

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

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Portal

From the series, Japan Poems. A most gorgeous, delicate, tenuous tenor of web, embroidered with translucent beads of morning-cut rain, this the ephemeral lens through which to view a landscape, a scene, quarter-notes of a dream, or dreaming itself pinned … Continue reading

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Partitions

It has been called this mortal longing and we have all hailed there all ached there swearing. Between lisping partitions of rain we seek phantom threads blue gray promising to guide us down unmarked roads to deepening distances. Seeking being … Continue reading

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Fade

It has been called this mortal longing and we have all hailed there all ached there swearing. Between lisping partitions of rain we seek phantom threads blue gray promising to guide us down unmarked roads to deepening distances. Seeking being … Continue reading

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Sphinx

The broken pulsing fingers of rain, cloning time, tap spates of symmetry against my window— This, both cause and effect, upon the glassy passage of hours, dwindling, singing, undeciphered.

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