Saturday, August 24, 2019
The sun sieves through the canopy— / rivers are relenting. My soul seats itself // for the first time. Where it is quiet, it becomes cold. / There is nothing I must do but die— // what joy to let go of all things—what ease to give up.
‘Sometimes you are damaged. You think poetry will repair you. You think poetry should repair you. You shake your fist at it when it doesn’t. You walk hand-in-hand with your damage, into the world. You do not speak. You are surprised when people register you are there.’
‘I told, my dear, I was living living living in the river. / I told, her then, I was dying dying dying not to shiver.’
Coming to terms with grief after the 2011 T?hoku earthquake and tsunami
“While a part of me was glad I wasn’t like my brother, no part of me wished to be more fortunate than my mother.”
During the 1970s to the present day, Japanese American farmers and food retailers play huge roles in the development of California cuisine and farm to table movements.
For some of us, a food is not something we can so easily cast aside before finding a new fad to follow.
I am thinking / Of a burnt cathedral, which / Has nothing to do with actual death.We would like to collect information during your visit to help us better understand site use. This data is anonymized, and will not be used for marketing purposes. Read More on our Privacy Policy page. You can withdraw permission at any time or update your privacy settings here. Please choose below to continue.
