by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 2, 2023 | 2022 July
The uppity cemetery thinks that it will have me completely. Like a lover who put me in the coffin of his need. I leave the coffin and head for a bar which makes killer martinis. I can’t skip dying, but I can skip the graveyard, my ashes snugging in a rose...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 2, 2023 | 2022 August
winter is much colder this time / around and time only / lingers in the variations ofsunlight you could send / me rare pieces of a frozen ocean / before they thaw /between gasps otherworldly / hearts of winter thoughts in the summer / of mysouthern home // clouds in...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 2, 2023 | 2022 July
On the 28th March 1941, Virginia Woolf drowned herself in the River Ouse. The following is an Ekphrastic poem inspired by the painting of her sister, Vanessa Bell, by fellow Bloomsbury Group member, Duncan Grant. This poem is a moment wherein Vanessa is writing to her...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 2, 2023 | 2022 July
He spoke until the year the word...
by Junpei Tarashi | Oct 27, 2022 | 2022 October, Poetry
Sometimes it’s really easy. The sun is yellow and then pink. The heart beats a little harder for you. There has never been anyone else who has made me feel like this – like my belly has a reason to be full. It’s really easy, really. The poem means what it says....
