The Train on the Sea
Still. Everything is still in the train on the sea. Pleasant shadows slouch around me journeying to tomorrow. I sit in soft silence caressed by the slow plodding of time. I sit in the train in the sea steeping in tranquility enveloped by serenity. The train in the sea slides on, past clouds…
Totoro
In the woods, climbing through the copses of dangling branches, I find Totoro. His sleeping mouth is set in a relaxed upturned smile. He isn’t grainy like the VHS Totoro, the library tape probably caught in a sticky VCR and respooled until it crackled and jumped. Perhaps it finally split, and the celluloid creatures ushered…
Two Ghibli Poems
In my dreams Jiro Horikoshi did not make fighter planes He only made paper planes bearing sappy sonnets that flew over to Naoko Satomi when she acquired tuberculosis He did not just imagine meeting her again in the meadows he stayed at bedside folded origami delicately as she heaved her last breath He designed 3D…
Sleeping Arrangements in Howl’s Moving Castle
I want to lick him. Howl. I want to watch him disrobe. I want to take Sophie’s place, warm myself by Calcifer. In my broken places, the light spreads. In my body, across my ruins, the broken statuary, pillars, and plinths. The light is supple in Ingary. It doesn’t spear, nor does it hurt. It…
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