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15 Translations of Classical Haiku..
from cloud to cloud
for me, who leaves
for you, who remains
many many things
come to mind-
dead godswalking quietly, alone, from room to room,
I am a ghost and a bird, alighting on one golden bow
and then nothing at all.
I am a wanderer though it has been written
that I will pause for the sound of strings in hallways
and for a moment my spectral chest may smolder,
my eyes may darken, searchlights flickering back to life,
and like a moth to flame I will gravitate to your warmth.
though it has been written I was a sacrifice,
that I was golden before you cast your shadow on my
clarity and led me to Deaths bedroom.
I was your sacrifice, yes, and you,
you were the blade kissing its steel profanities
into the temple of my chest.
and by the time the coins were all back in the pot of my mouth,
the silk bolts of my spine realigned,
I was an idol destroyed, molten gold boiling from revered calf
to a white thing in the earth.
and in the dust of my cult, her fingers will write how fragile
we are without hearts and bones,
how we are not but lights and memory
and a ghost walking barefo
Seven Poems1. I am walking a tightrope
between here and forever
to watch you tend roses.
2. I should have slept
before the hurricane.
I was twisting wrought iron
You are so very loved.
3. He made a monument
to sorrow and relief
in the creaking timbers.
With my bare fingers
I felt songs in the elegiac blue.
4. Oh, little savior of Tlaxcala,
I remember your sad eyes.
Spend yourself forward, into the desert:
tomorrow has seen you first.
5. Do you remember the last night?
Streetlights painted slatted stripes
on four naked shoulders
and an endtable.
6. I am afraid of losing you.
that you should go running
gazelle-like, across savannah.
You would write to an empty letterbox.
I would read from far away,
tragedy through a telescope.
7. There is nothing beyond you.
Tongues trill empty air into
sounds thicker than ligaments and bone.
I lie under, watching life float around me.
I traveled without a s
bear color for youlove, I let you
in places yet unseen
in the silent space
and how we're wired
dear, you are
every memory undeparted
every poem I've ever
odd synapses fired
a hand unclasped (still shaken)
a heart unheard until it's
time to rest
uncommon sense retired
Seasons of Violet.We called her Violet, and she was.
We knew her when she was young and pale, during Fall
And when we'd climb old trees, their brittle branches
Like welcoming arms
Would snap in two
And we'd cascade to the earthy ground
Carpeted with golden and red and orange
And as we fell,
Secretly, she'd wish with all the goodness in her heart
That she were a leaf as well
That like a leaf, she could be swept away to some distant place
In arms that would not break
In arms that belonged to people who truly loved her.
We called her Violet, and she was.
And with the changing of the seasons,
Winter had taken away her smile and replaced it with the cold blank
A frown that could only belong to a soul like hers
To a soul that had wished to be a leaf
But had became only the scent of pomegranate and midnight
Perhaps people would embrace her only to get drunk on her scent
But my love was sincere, and it mingled with her berried essence
As I would try to will life and warmth back into her.
A gift sh
Emergency Response"Move, move, move!"
"What the hell is going on?"
"Port 7 just authorized launch!"
"Port 7!? Oh hell, it's another monster attack, isn't it?"
"Yep. North district, right in the middle of the park. Two minutes before it hits residential zones."
"Kiddo's there again, isn't she?"
"... up yours."
"Hah! Knew it. Guys at base owe me twenty bucks. Your sister's a freak, man."
"Shut up already! It's coincidence, alright?"
"Bull. Every monster attack within fifty miles, she's there before it happens. She's working for THEM man."
"Betcha she's the one summoning them."
"She's been tested. Five times. Total negative. She couldn't summon a hamburger and fries from a McDonald's. So shut it already."
"Yeah, whatever. I still say the tests miss stuff. She's a freak, man."
"Don't make me turn this thing around."
Tehera and Marton met in college during their freshman year, in a biology class they were both taking to fulfill a general education requirement. The two started studying together, attempted dating once and decided that wasn't going to work, and then remained friends until graduation. After, the both found jobs in the city and moved into apartments less than a block away from each other. Seeing as circumstance had smiled favorably on them the two decided to remain friends. They went to lunch together, Tehera sometimes cooked dinners when Marton was tired of ordering Chinese, and occasionally Marton rescued his friend from a date-gone-bad, as was the case on one muggy evening in May.
The sun hung red in the sky and all around him the more superstitious people of the city scurried for home. Already, the glow of the ward-lamps were coming on and in about an hour or so the electric glow of the street lights would join those blue balls
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