Tag Archives: Alexandra Corrin-Tachibana

Irasshai: Welcome; Come In

The first time we meet you bow at my feet. Five years on, I home-stay. You buy me the biggest nightie in Japan. I needn’t wear my own. You replace my chopsticks with a knife and fork. Serve, not rice, … Continue reading

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Resident Alien

was what it said on her foreigner’s card. Despite 10 years, a 6000-mile flight, and the last train from Tokyo. And she was back in Tsukadaryo— housing foreign teachers, away from domestic critique. She greeted the washing machine, on the … Continue reading

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tatami

whispering world pale green rule resisting imprint rice-straw core orderly patterned fibres firmly flattened slippers shall not enter greet her on your knees Alexandra Corrin-Tachibana has recited poetry from the age of five, but came to writing last year. This … Continue reading

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Ants

They march towards sticky sushi rice, disguised under fatty tuna. Japanese rice, tapped into little white mice, between finger and thumb. I watch them, determined in their line, one sticky June, as I kneel tatami in the house of my … Continue reading

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The World Within the Lines

Blackberries are bugged. Raw fish is dangerous, outside Japan. Life is dangerous, outside Japan. Bare feet carry disease. Case study: Africa. Beach feet pollute the company car. Back garden tennis threatens harmonious living. Christmas wrapping is binned, on opening. Dishes … Continue reading

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Kanji

Pages blank my foreign face Learning to read and write you. Struggling to define The world within the lines. Stroke on stroke Order and hidden meaning. Until at last I read you— Tachibana, Shinobu: Standing Flower, Patient, Sword Heart. Alexandra … Continue reading

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The Day You Broke The Morning

Suitcase exits cul-de-sac. Wet-haired woman runs at window, clings to towel. Father, she won’t let console her. Mother, she wouldn’t know how. Baby, beams. From Bouncing World. As she, boxes emotion And enters the room. Alexandra Corrin-Tachibana has enjoyed poetry … Continue reading

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