nothing but the moon tonight—
and cotton-like clouds in burnished shreds...
above a ragged wall of black pine trees
lining the narrow road sporadically lit—
where I and this form of a shadow split.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
A TIME OF GHOSTS: I HOPE YOU WILL READ IT - Many of you probably do not know that I wrote a book with a long-time friend of mine, the account of his years growing up in China. It begins before the Co...
1 day ago