Tag Archives: travel

Jizo and the Lost Children

They were everywhere in the woods. Clustered in hidden batches, concealed, unseen or barely peeking out from foliage or grass, the verdant estate of jizos, some whose faces had been worn away by the elements, others with shadows and hints … Continue reading →

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Notices

When you die, tell everyone there has been a change of address, and you will send the new coordinates as soon as you have them. When you die, tell everyone you are taking a trip to somewhere you’ve never been, … Continue reading →

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Lengths

From the series, Japan Poems. Dreaming is given to distances laid over by intimacy.

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How Many Miles?

From the series, Japan Poems. There is no journey– Only myths in which we fit our lust to wander.

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Transit

From the series, Japan Poems. All these arrivals and departures gauged to give edges and form to the prevailing plot twists and turns of our lives– In self-made labyrinths we wander, and lose ourselves repeatedly, if only to encode marked … Continue reading →

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Two

From the series, Japan Poems. Side by side, farmers reigning symmetry in repose– The sky, blue to the taste, with chalky traces of cloud powdering the empty course– Images of the floating world persist in material means and long takes … Continue reading →

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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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Born Yesterday

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Round Trip

There is a slow lasting burn on the road to heaven which admits meekness as a course of rightful inheritance, as a ringed torch song for reentry into the self dispossessed.

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Transience

She never did go anywhere, you know? Some ghosts become totemic stand-bys for the lives they never lived, for potentialties that passed, in solemn wisp, from dream to dream, then fade. #44 from Untitled Film Poems Image by Cindy Sherman

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