Tag: breath
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The Road They Will Leave By
The Road They Will Leave By” began as a meditation on exclusion and memory. I wanted to write a poem that refused sentimentality and simile, one that relied on physical detail and emotional pressure to convey the quiet violence of being remembered wrongly—or not at all. The soldier’s camouflage, the elders’ breath, the locking of…
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Obscene
Obscene emerged from a moment of enforced solitude in a room I did not choose but had to occupy. I tried to honor its silence, but my breath—wet, rhythmic, insistent—kept happening. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t anyone’s. It was a fact, and it offended. I realized then that breath, stripped of metaphor, is a kind…
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Opening the Package
I love the quiet delight that blooms as I unwrap a gift folded with care— how they showed me, instinctively, without words, the furoshiki way: the offering poised with symmetry at each perfect corner, beginning with the triangle (near your beating heart), guiding it to center. then echo outwards (the symmetry in silence); gathering each…
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Song of the Air
The dying fisherman stares at the sea gray as his hair, cap and clothes-knowing the day he freed the tangledmermaid from the kelp, and how she spoke of the brine and slid back into the waves. On this last day of his nothing, she appears- and he hides behind the mast so she would not…