Category Archives: Poety


  There is a sound that grandmothers make that is full of memories. I heard it on the bus today returning from Sapporo Station. I think grandmothers use it everywhere whenever a grandchild begs for something he or she knows … Continue reading

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Scottish Country Fair

On the green dancers leap & twirl bodies light as mist. They catch moons with their arms throw out suns make the earth under their feet groan with pleasure & with their eyes give out a solemn joy & pride … Continue reading

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