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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