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Monday, April 7, 2008

Attaining a Sense of Normalcy

we seem to forget so easily all those simple everyday pleasures like getting out of bed taking a walk outside watching a game on tv preparing a simple meal until it's taken away not by our choice immobile or stricken down we pine for those care-free days when we came and went in and out the door up... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 6, 2008

Shinagawa Farewell

we met her at the train hub shinagawa station she stood there with her sky blue suitcase and laptop bag we had katsudon and beer for lunch then returned to the station she gave us her luggage we 3 hugged and said last minute phrases to be remembered as she treks through the world without us bravely... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 5, 2008

Jetlag

it boggles the mind when you depart one place travel westward twelve hours cross the international date-line and begin that same day again what are the chances of undoing some deed nullifying a betrayal unraveling a mystery averting disaster starting over falling in love finding the perfect partner... Sign in to see full entry.

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A Sadness Never Known

for as long as i can remember my oldest brother has watched over us making sure we had what was needed the perennial santa full of surprises our role model the first to go to college a teacher of mathematics in the inner city he shared his love of numbers for those blessed by his gift after... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 4, 2008

Senna

senna can no longer sit she lies on a special silver mat in the tatami room wearing diapers sato-san cannot leave her alone someone must be with her always now that she is seventeen years old she is blind and breathes heavily with any stimulation she wakes at regular intervals during the night much... Sign in to see full entry.

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Letter to Japanese Public Works

of course as foreigners we honor your land my only appeal pertains to japanese traditional toilets let's be real who wants to face that challenge in today's world? where you must roll-up your pants squat and aim just so? banish me away if i am wrong but please have one western toilet!? Sign in to see full entry.

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Kamakura bori

it was our mission to go to kamakura home of the daibutsu the giant bronze buddha where kamakura bori is found wooden lacquered dishes with carved symbols sacred to japanese i chose the gingko leaf you chose the flying swans if another twelve years pass will we find the pine tree and the cherry... Sign in to see full entry.

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My Japanese Soul Sister

yasumi is her name we met twelve years ago often we laughed not knowing why my english not always a match to her japanese her husband likes to swim mine plays guitar they drink sake together her daughter came here my daughter now studies there they are good friends she likes japanese "yoga" i like... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tea Ceremony

there is a sacredness unknown to most regarding the tea ceremony when you are invited within you may sit on your knees or cross-legged in silence water simmers in a cast-iron pot under the tatami over hard squares of smoldering charcoal she enters with a hush carrying items one-at-a-time the bowl,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Love on a Tatami Mat

in the middle of the night i left the warmth of my futon to join you on yours our nakedness a gift to each other and in that moment there was rediscovery such that even after twenty-nine years our union is only unsurpassed by the unfurling of pink cherry blossoms Sign in to see full entry.

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