Tag Archives: sky

Before Beauty

Count the number of wrinkles in the night sky. Count the number of wrinkles in the ocean. Tell the sky it is old and beautiful. Tell the ocean it is old and beautiful. Write a note saying—I am old and … Continue reading

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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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Focus

From the series, Japan Poems. The world breaks daily to reform your perspective– Vision begets form.

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Kites

From the series, Japan Poems. In the cloud-papered volume of unending sky a pair of kites assume the pensive arc of commas giving due pause to the founting gulf of silence and daybreak.

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Mirror

From the series, Japan Poems. At a distance, daughter falls in love with the sea’s lacy fringes and shoreline’s bubbling secrets, while her mother holds up the sky as an undivided mirror, in which every chanced glimmer is hosted and … Continue reading

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Proof

From the series, Japan Poems. On the day the sky cracked the superimposed pageant and illusory facade of the world without its set design and painted surface gave way to the verdict and inalienable proof of choral pools of black … Continue reading

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A Moveable Feast

From the series, Japan Poems. In search of lost time, in a realm of sea changes– Your last step, your first.

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Going

From the series, Japan Poems. In spaces between, we are supported to dream– Distance knows no bounds.

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Twilight

Twilight is seductively meek. Every day, at day’s end, it inherits the earth through valentine quivers and softcore volitions of symmetry— the sky, at its supple mercy, bruises so easily, pale liminal purple adoring the tenderest wounds between lovers merging … Continue reading

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Kite

If I were a kite, and you a cloud, I’d milk wind for a stolen kiss.

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