The Journeys in Between
You hear a sound downstairs and, as you round the corner of the hallway to find out what the cat has knocked over this time, a man steps through the dining room window.
You hear a sound downstairs and, as you round the corner of the hallway to find out what the cat has knocked over this time, a man steps through the dining room window.
I can’t get to you from where I am: / our distance too wide, my mind and body...
I stand like a tree, think in circles. My left foot on the dark kitchen square of linoleum, the right stepping onto a sunlit patch. And for fifteen minutes...
The sacred waters of Kyoto drip a bit of Dharma into my crown as I bow to my katana and sensei,
Keep your chin down, tucked to your chest, your elbows tight against your ribs.
I haven’t often written of this thing inhabiting my body, its claws and feathers, its dragon breath pacing the circuit of my spine. It caught me when I was seventeen, though it had been stalking me since long before that. Each time it had neared, my mother had draped herself between us, and I never even got a good look at it. But when I…
Facing / imaginary foes – / walking stance, block, / walking stance, punch. Remember…