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Friday, April 4, 2008

Modern Snapshots of Japan

FASHION is the word here where young women wear spike heels shorts over tights to and from work despite running up and downstairs before the train doors close young men have spiky hairdos pointy western boots and women's handbags as soon as they enter the train mobile phones open with "straps" of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 28, 2008

Mt. Fuji

skies were clear as the sun ascended and washed over the forested lower mountains not a soul in sight by the cold, lapping shores of ashi lake a lone fisherman in the distance stopped his motor to pay homage a fish splashed as it arched out of the water echoes of birds carried across the water... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Under the Cherry Blossoms

it was there i first saw you the spring of my 18th year under a cherry tree at ueno park you did not see me or notice the deepening blush of my cheeks as my heart fluttered within the hanging red lanterns no match for my burning desire for you were with another and your eyes were only for her i... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

An Imperial Stroll

just imagine being one of the attendants to the royal empress back in the meiji period strolling along the imperial grounds wearing getta on your feet surrounded by hundreds of bonsai trees tenderly shaped by loving gardeners appearing like posed dancers holding fluttering fans you hear the soft... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

World of Opposites

in nihon books and newspapers are read right to left cars are driven in the right lane driven by those on the right-hand side when you walk up-stairs stay on the left the fast-lane is right jockeys race horses clock-wise nouns come before verbs remove shoes before entering dressing rooms world of... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Conveyor Belt Sushi Bar

like a master card dealer the sushi chef wheels and deals but instead of cards he sculpts miniature masterpieces from mounds of rice and fish a quick twist and turn of palm and slender fingers they roll onto the conveyor belt hungry patrons on stools eye the wares on red plates going round and round... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 23, 2008

Tokyo Vignette

in the land of the rising sun you can dare to step into the future as you cross the international date line your eyes feast on all things exotic and new for you are the foreignor here in language and writing where life is modern and ancient side by side the fields are prepared for rice and yams... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Day Into Night, Night Into Day

what a grand scheme day into night night into day trading places so that the other will shine slipping effortlessly from light to dark with shades of twilight and dawn interspersed what is the circadian rythym of the universe? what moves the stars to propel through space with unbroken orbits?... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Weathermap of Our Soul

our face is a weathermap of our soul traces of emotions linger as lines and creases what we are fond of or disapprove can change the hue much like an artist's palette the full range from blushing pink to a raging inferno how we perceive the world enters through sensory portals as visions, echoes... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 17, 2008

My Chinese Leprechaun

my chinese leprechaun sat on my shoulder all day he whispered encouraging thoughts and helped me what to say when awkward moments arose like when the little boy cried when is my mother coming home it's as if she died the old woman fretted when will this wound heal? all it does is drain isn't there a... Sign in to see full entry.

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