by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 27, 2023 | 2022 November
What Ken wants is Columbo in HD. He has waited, he says, long enough for the release of the complete series. On shiny disc. In full HD. The UK has had series 1, he says. And, yes, that did include both pilot films, but the releases stalled after that. Australia had...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 27, 2023 | 2022 November
I have killed animalsand gutted their bodiessince childhood.I have witnessed thoseheld dear as they died,mourning after death.But I have neverprocessed the dead,beloved or unknown.I could, I think do it,but know not how tohandle their souls.
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 27, 2023 | 2022 November
The moon keeps our secrets,even when peeking through an open curtainwe thought was closed,and we’ll never hear lunar languagespread the gossip that keeps us up at night,even if there is a man up therebecause he knows when to blink,or at least pretend he...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 27, 2023 | 2022 October
The aftermath makes me a housekeeper. From behind the radiator, I sweep clumps of dirt, cut hairs, dead things that cling to me like lint. The pipes of history have burst and now it stains the ceiling and drips down the walls. I catch it in buckets and toss in torn...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 2, 2023 | 2022 October
Katie and I often do laundry at the same time. She says that laundry will be her death while filling a front loader. Her husband would let the clothes stink until he couldn’t go to work. Even then. She knows that I’m gay since my underwear told her behind my back. I...
