An immense grief anchors this city, tethering Hiroshima to its past. To be here is to carve your emotional real estate bare and lay it in offering. Such tragedy cannot be contained within one person. Hope for peace cannot be contained within one person. I had not known school children were mobilised during the war… Continue reading Hiroshima
Pen ink fractures page breaking Monday morning in the dawn with little hairline splinters dandruff dusted in false starts and cheap ink streaks and hesitation, … Continue reading Diary
Atemporal thoughts hang like wet laundry in winter The inevitable frost threatening to freeze dynamics in place
Runaway woman rasping and raging inside with all your rail lines wrought Every train of thought Trying not to be caught Amidst street level crossings. Humdrum heavy inside she’s hiding out open Like strawberry seeds of pre-ripe and white Freshly picked premature Punnet packed and posted across iron tracks to make your pie sour.