Yoko Kajihara

This is a poem that came to me from the back of my head like the buzz of a bee.

These are the utterances of a Japanese woman drinking 'sake' in solitude.

The wind howls through concrete walls She calls back her days from the eyes of her doll abandoned in an empty swimming pool The doll made...

Picture this A couple in a car riding Not a big fancy car, nor a sexy expensive car just an ordinary car, but it looks nice and cool...

She remembers what her parents said about the past. They both said that memories laid thick on the ground like snow. Including dark ones,...