Tokyo Correspondence

Haiku by Yuri Kageyama a blue plastic bag so hard so still no more Tokyo train tracks in my deathly dreams your sweet breath, fat knees, wet...

who is the poet? a poem by Yuri Kageyama poets who pause to pontificate poets who write for grants poets who count syllables poets who admir...

In sports, career, dating and other games people play in life, there is always a winner and there is always a loser. Most people spend their...

LIFE IS GOOD.

food for thot a poem by Yuri Kageyama japanese cars must be like sushi, tempura, kaiseki the designer pontificates at a party to add value a...

If you ever panic about the impermanence of life, if you ever get worried about your job, your relationships, your future, if you fear death...

Sometimes I get struck with irrational panic about what is going to happen to my poetry and stories after I'm dead. Maybe I'm just w...

"I want an apology from the police and prosecutors," was what Toshikazu Sugaya, 62, said after winning freedom from what DNA tests...

I had the pleasure of collaborating with American/Brazilian dancer Abel Coelho July 6, at What the Dickens. This blog was how we met. I wrot...

Ikiru by Yuri Kageyama Reading at the Pink Cow in Tokyo June 8,2008. When you cut your finger against the end of a piece of paper, and ...

Poetry 2 entry reworked: When you cut your finger against the end of a piece of paper, and it hurts and the blood spurts out, you remember...

When you cut your finger against the end of a piece of paper, and it hurts and the blood spurts out, you remember blood, lots of it, curdlin...

Writing is about filling a need among readers. But sometimes writing goes beyond the market. We write for the same reason, if there is a r...

Photographs by David Douglas Duncan of Pablo Picasso are now on display at Yoshii, a small Ginza gallery. Duncan began taking photos of ...

Japanese summers are never complete without Bon Odori, the neighborhood thanksgiving celebration of the harvest, the annual homecoming of an...