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This Woman is Free
How do you live so freely?
So untangled from societal reigns?
Well,
my mother taught me the independence of a woman.
When a man leaves, he mustn’t take your spirit—
it must strengthen with the wind that carried him away,
like my…
Impressions of Japan
Shinkansen
Silent sleek ghost train
Slices through so much busyness;
Inside all is calm.
Tokyo Izakaya
Tasty snacks sizzle,
Tipsy salarymen smile,
While Chet Baker sings.
Karakuen
Autumn colours blaze,
Streams burble, scent…
Malecon Quinceanera
The chrome Indian head
of a black ’49 Pontiac Chieftain Coupe,
shimmers in the late afternoon sun.
My Dad had one fifty years ago;
it had leaky brakes
and sometimes he had
to angle it against the curb
to stop it.…
When I Stopped Clapping
In a one-room schoolhouse
a cast iron pot belly stove
burned through
great stacks of wood
and sometimes mice
whose necks had snapped
in shiny steel traps.
We all cheered and clapped
when our hero …