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.

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Kata

The sacred waters of Kyoto drip a bit of Dharma into my crown as I bow to my katana and sensei,

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SHIFTING WEIGHT: Forty Years on the Dojo Floor

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…

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