Dead Love: Japanese Zom...
Zombies just keep coming. That’s good and bad. On the one hand, it’s nice to have something you can rely on; on the other, they want to eat your brain. Sigh. So relentless. Like life. But persistence is a virtue and, in this case, good for a laugh. I love the way my favorite...
Dead Love: Zombie/Ghoul...
Is there competition going on here? I post a few poems and Clément starts firing off his translations. I do love his opening to this poem by Gérard de Nerval, the French romantic poet whose passion for dreams and the spirit world so influenced the Surrealists. I’ve read a lot of...
Dead Love: More Zombie ...
Another ninja poem pulled from my notebooks. They’ve been on my mind ever since that night at Lou Lou’s and our short stint in the ghoul-ninja’s Tokyo graveyard headquarters. A Ghost Reflects on the Ninja That night when the frogs were singing the nightingale floor*...
Dead Love: Zombie Ninja...
Clément likes to do his translations and occasionally, when the mood overtakes me, I scribble scraps of poems in my many notebooks. My reading of Bruce Boston’s Dark Matters inspired a scribbling frenzy. I wrote a bunch of poems, mostly about ninjas, and I think I’ll share...Dead Love: Central Vall...
Ever walk around in a kind of zombie fog? There are a lot of ways to get there: drugs, alcohol, stress, illness, anxiety, past trauma … the list goes on and on. Personally, I’m quite comfortable in a fog. I’m especially fond of Tule fog, the swampy, soupy ground fog,...