the 39th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences
Taiwan moon
low in the Ajax sky
the weight
of my nostalgia
measured in snowdrifts
Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013
A Room of My Own: Normal Life, A Soap Bubble
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my friend turns
forty the age his father died
he mutters
*the Grim Reaper haunts me*
*like my walking shadow*
breaking news
at the first light of spring daw...