Climb the steps to your unswept hall where many clandestine romances passed before ours, leave damp sneakers at the door on mornings when rain cuts the fog. Hear this half-white mouth, form sounds of home. Hold these warm-blooded hands that catch cold in nervous sweat. Take me to the place where you walked with your … Continue reading Jeonju
by Sakura Nakashima I woke up one morning so entrenched in ennui that I could do nothing but burn everything to the ground and start again. The route I took to work, my perfume, my stance all changed. Switched from coffee to lemonade and in doing so began making small talk with the woman … Continue reading Autumn on the Moon
“Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be” Alone and awake in the hours before dawn, the one who turns the shadows beneath sleeves and taps the freckle on my left knee like incense smoke inhaled by the air dances when I light a flame and finally to me revealed her name. … Continue reading Listening to a Swimming Pool
Apr 8, 2017 Today the clouds passed over by mid-morning. Now the sun covers us, shining through sakura and sprouting tree branches. There are fewer pieces of trash lining the sidewalk below my window. I did not see the small man who usually sleeps in that cold space at night – where is he now? … Continue reading A Diary: April 8, 2017
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that … Continue reading If You Forget Me (Pablo Neruda, 1952)
Whipt hillside separates the summit from the residences plummeting to the highways and the bay. Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow. So many surprise views in this city; so many ways to get lost I cannot decide which one was ours. (May 2015) Continue reading Secrets, Bernal Heights
breaking for the winter middle of april, split life hands in cups of tea a smile imprinted in foam letting you know i learned more about my father today. giving away the pain more everyday, less inside me broken. this morning came + went a hot red soup and me alone; you alone. the days … Continue reading April in Chicago
