this day was longer than the day before it late filtered sun on snow-laden trees winter is textural rime ice and powder everything built upon another cold pastiche this punched out step in a snowfield an irreversible mark sharp punctuation but not indelible this night this storm will erase it nothing lasts not even nothing
Such a long long way to go and still think maybe not– call it a joke or call it a knife it gets the point across . Real snow recently deep stuff cathartic erasure a blank slate for a blank stare for whatever can’t be said . Hesitation is an answer delay is an answer even silence is an answer yes, it can be heard– in the depths of the glades my ears were ringing […]
With each night the question grows more pronounced curving around like a road a sharper turn than expected headlights only reaching so far forward motion the only certain thing
the rain eased up the cold persisted holiday evenings and not enough chairs hey so when are you…? a battery of questions some blunted by the years some softer, owing to wisdom, knowing what not knowing for years means a bridge washed out a road not finished even yes can mean no when prized out like a stuck door unburdened by solace by desire it isn’t speakable so just smile too widely turn one’s attention […]
If not resentment what then? Tomorrow a sulking rain. Even without an action premonition of motion premeditated carelessness a glance might linger or it might be furtive but like a glancing blow it also lands
Stilled, the chills sets in in fingers and toes and heels– still, it seems easier to stay in so many ways, yes, facile– but the sky is cloudy and the moon is half full, what blame is there really? No long shadows here, regret like one too many, only one, so easily walked back and the sun tomorrow outside this window is such a ridiculous shade of gold– generosity, magnimosity, can’t look right at it, […]
a game, to step around the fallen leaves, to not disturb the early hours you can’t not face it properly cold out now and it isn’t a coincidence if there’s a causal link what comes next is mostly predictable
Recently arrived, wide-eyed and awake well past midnight, dyssynchronous– the ginko here has turned to gold rain plastering leaves to cold windows– it was quite warm still in Tokyo, and mostly green with neon evenings and the unbelievable lightness of being always in transit, mostly uncomprehending, empty as a mouth hanging open in surprise at some novelty, beauty requiring no formal translation, the now familiar clatter of bells at the shrine, claps and bows and […]
It’s sunny in the mountains but it isn’t sunny here fog expands, descends bright with day but clinical, sterile silence like a tumor excised or silence like the scalpel– malignant and precise– the skyscrapers disappear into the white inversion, soundlessly no breath of wind the gingko leaves a thousand stilled tongues
Crescent moon mostly a shadow mostly nothing absence of light each night listening for the voice hearing it wishing I hadn’t– the matte of lack having plenty but just not that– the rest is black but this silver sliver shiny as promise pulling like desire like a hook through the mouth
OPTIONAL POETRY 