sea change. |
Forming across the highway, white clouds bloom and collude, forcing and fleeing hands anxious to break the horizon, pale water fighting inertia, lying against natural will. Shipsmoke on the bay protr...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 01:05:00 GMT |
making up. |
The click-clack of my shoes is soft and scuffling against the worn tiled floor as I make my way through the station, on my way home from whereever it is I'm coming from. I don't notice; it's too hard...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 16:53:00 GMT |
The optimist. |
Hello, old friend. It's nice to see you again.You don't reply, don't say anything. You just stare, with a slight smile barely pursing your lips. I'm used to this. Red and orange-yellow tinted ligh...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 04:24:00 GMT |
burlesque twinning. |
My eyes blink once before taking in the sight--cracking, aching, protruding limbs splintering with new underground growth pushing through the gnarled surface--hands against the wall are sprouting root...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 14:34:00 GMT |
encasing. |
There's a small, quiet little corner of the world where contacts were once made and the lips of communication could pass freely, stringing itself along on a calm green wind. It is quiet because not m...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 21:02:00 GMT |
disparities. |
the grass is always greener, so it is said, and while it seems something somewhat commonplace or easy to relegate notions to this statement, i can hardly stand to argue. but at the same time, it begs ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 04:32:00 GMT |
nori yakamoto and the death wish. |
It was turning out to be a fine spring morning in Kobe. Sunlight drifted over the city accompanied by a pleasant light breeze that left the petals of the blooming cherry blossoms on Mount Rokko gentl...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 13:13:00 GMT |
double exposure. |
"i was up too late again.""this is nothing unusual.""i can't seem to sleep.""again, not out of the ordinary.""sometimes at night when i'm lying in bed i want to get up and bash my head in.""that's not...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:50:00 GMT |
virus. |
we're dropping like flies--the equivalent of a grand book-burning, the scorning of words and information, no matter how trivial or useless, thoughts and letters and words getting tangled up within the...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 01:23:00 GMT |
the liar. |
the manuscript would have to be thrust aside, again, as duty called, so far as whatever 'duty' meant in its own presence. communication was cut off, though it was somewhat a fallacy--indeed iodine wou...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 20:49:00 GMT |
