Tag Archives: Daryl Muranaka

Rising

Scouring Google Earth, for a village long ago swallowed by the city, I find a gray and lifeless compound menacingly silent to the camera.             How what appears to be an industrial slum can be as impenetrable as time. How we … Continue reading

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The View from the Road

The view from the road goes by in a flash even as the view of the town inches by. The miles blur like a photo mishmash. The years tick-tock as they multiply. Above the shabby farm town, forgotten and lonely, … Continue reading

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At Highway Speed

At the border between Mass & NY there are billboards reminding us there is injustice in the world that turns people into vagabonds & wretches for the curve of their faces, the mishmash of their shades, that blind justice is … Continue reading

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In the People’s Republic of Cambridge

Is it bad that I forgot what my own face looked like when someone muttered to me, Why don’t you go back to the Orient where you came from! on my way to work? Here, too, we find the bitter. … Continue reading

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Kaeru*

Each day,             passing the samosa and the roses,             the steady routine of returning home             sanding away the meaning of life             to the essentials of comfort,             of her hand on my back,             forehead to forehead, a smile or a frown             being … Continue reading

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Speculative Fiction

He wonders how his life would have changed if he had slept with that woman who excused herself to use the restroom, her eyes so full with hope and anticipation, but when she returned, choked with disappointment because he had … Continue reading

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Chaff

How many deny their religion because it doesn’t say the name God? How much is wrapped, hidden, and shrouded, like a burlap bag over the condemned man’s head. Dogma is human, thus precious. The sacred is profane. The intangible grows … Continue reading

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