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CHONGDONG MARKET
I Little old woman sits cross legged on a faded cushion. She nods as we enter and touch the ancient chest. She rocks slowly in place, older than the ancient stone carving guarding her doorway. II In the narrow, dingy hall giant pots nestle against stone carvings. A fat Buddha smiles at a rice…
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HEAVEN
Joseph said he once met an angel on the bullet train between Osaka and Tokyo. I asked him if her wings were feathered, he said “no, it was her smile” and it was gossamer. Joseph said they spoke only briefly, she through long black hair, in Japanese, he in his only language, English. She was…
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SPACE(S) TIME
Interstitial time locked in a rent in the continuum. Space is bent in on itself, a temporal Klein bottle. Inside the event horizon Shroedinger’s cat is compressed until the purr of the naked singularity can no longer be heard. The Escherian path winds slowly across the Königsberg bridges crossing each once until the twins are no…
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THREE TOKYO SCENES
Scene I Just off Shinjukuchuokoen North, nestled in the courtyard of the Green Tower, hides Jyoufuji Temple, serene in the first light of morning, the sun dancing off the ceremonial bell its striker poised, as if waiting to catch the wind and to it sing its resonant song. Inside, the prayer mats await the first…
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NIGHT PASSING, MORNING REINCARNATE
The Buddha died peacefully in his sleep last night in the Emergency Room of Cook County Hospital, his passing was noted by a surgical resident passing by the partially drawn curtain en route to the Doctor’s Lounge after two hours of meatball surgery on a young man with multiple gunshot wounds who bled out anyway…
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CENSORS
They stole his words, carefully sidling up to him when he was distracted, and plucking one left hanging from a pocket or in his room at night slid one from the dresser. He never saw them and never suspected. They toyed with him, for a while taking only verbs, leaving him transfixed and cursing his…
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THE SEA
Sitting on the shore, I asked the sea to tell me of life. The sea said the sky was a hungry suitor always trying to devour her. The sea said doves no longer lived atop the mountains. The sea said men embraced wars because they feared love. The sea…
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TAOS EVENING
On the mesa between El Prado and Tres Piedras after the sun has been swallowed by the mountains, to the east a fire burns. Countless stars stare down on the shivering sage. The scorpion lunges for the distant hill. The fire grows behind the mountain, the orange disk rises slowly. The smallest stars flee Luna’s…
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42
Before there was a big bang there was what. Before there was life there was who. Before there was space there was where. Before there was time there was when. Before there was there was why.
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THIS POEM
will not marvel at the dawn will not stare at the ebb and flow of the sea will not see ghosts in the clouds over Dachau will sit on the page staring back will remember the torn wallpaper will cry out, always unanswered will not trace your spine, lingering on each vertebra will not make…
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