A river mirrors the sky
and a strip of life
sits in between
the middle of the blues
I was reminded
that my internal world
was never really private
because my external life
has always reflected
it back to me
and I’ve been in the middle
the whole time.
Before
I step out of the plane, mimicking its mechanics, and kick into my own auto-pilot function.…
“You are not drunk!”
It’s two in the morning and I’m shouting at a mountain – I’m definitely drunk.
A weekend trip that replaced Tokyo’s highrise buildings with grand mountains was a much-needed breath of fresh air. I was in Japan to encourage my identity as a writer and add some fresh work to my…