I think I see temples and mountains and purple sky but in the blink of an eye something new and the sky is back to blue and the train leaps right on through dark tunnel walls dripping, rhythmic drops inches keeping us from rock sparks in pitchest black limbs clawing for the tracks then light […]Read more "That place out there"
Outside a building, just a little apart from the rest of the temple, I spied two pairs empty shoes. From within came the throaty singing so familiar in this place, and the harsh beat of a steel drum. My curiosity was peaked, and so, cautiously, I slipped off my own shoes and stepped inside.Read more "Meditating with the Buddha"
I can only imagine the rest of the tourists were turned away by the grand staircase, a structure that almost seems to dare you to even try and climb it. That’s the only explanation as to why the temple was so quiet.Read more "The buddhas chanting "
There’s something in the statues eyes, in the way they aren’t looking down at me but rather down at himself, as though thinking. It tells me this is for the now, for the me sitting here today, not some historical remanent of when religion was a booming, all powerful business.Read more "Beneath the Buddha"
Twisting, turning, house is burning,
Wiggle wiggle waggle waggle woo.Read more "Wiggle wiggle – a poem"
I woke up alone, which is weird because a few hours ago there was definetly somebody else in the room. She was American, had earphones in, and gave me a brilliant opportunity to ask about her struggles travelling (an opportunity I spectacularly missed.)Read more "What do the normals do?"
Which is of interest to nobody, so instead here’s a poem about pretending to be a dog during sexy times that I wrote in five minutes.Read more "I’m going to Japan"