chillin with the gone
loving the unwanted
looking forward with burnt grace
shining finer than fired porcelain
the light through to bone
a starved hand
for all the never goers
eyes to the distance
the it won't cannot heads
untied streaming metallic ribbons
fine as spider threads
ubiquitous
the freed spirits smiling
the enlightened dead, next dimension
outnumber us undoubtedly
so the ghosts of autumn say
flying on leaf wind rustling songs
bright winter comes running to the warm skies of spring
the summer languish is passing
my cheeks anticipating the hollow gothic
the hallowed high arch
the eyes of the invisible are closed
imagining
true love
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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Was I a Model in Japan?
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
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Excellent!!!