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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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Brooklyn Spleen

We didn’t talk about it, but we knew we’d never amount to anything, no matter what we did. No matter how celebrated the accomplishment, no matter how big the fiction and the audience buying it, nothing could ever fill those … Continue reading

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Station

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

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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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Dispatch

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

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Way

From the series, Japan Poems. Every crossing moves in step with homesickness for places unknown.

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Transit

From the series, Japan Poems. Train station at night, quiet keeps me company– First person dreaming.

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Nocturne

From the series, Japan Poems. A gentle beckon, and softly blurred invitation to disappear– No words necessary as you drift along the gauzy lines of a nocturne, so soon to fade, so near to dreaming within worlds quietly lost.

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Company

It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading

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Waiting

   I am waiting. There I am, see me, waiting on the train station platform. I am waiting for my train. It is a specific train that I am waiting for. When a train begins pulling into the station, I … Continue reading

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