Ken’ichi Sasō was born in Yokohama, Japan in 1968 and is the author of eight books of poetry. “Suspense” appears in his 2008 collection, The Planet of Hearts (Shinzō no hoshi). English translations of his poetry by Noriko Hara and Joe DeLong have also appeared in Forklift, Ohio.
was a drunk, lived in a house rented from her sister, three bedrooms, two baths, a Kelvinator in the kitchen you could stash a body in, a Gaffers & Sattler with burners that glowed like hot chrysanthemums. I spent summers there. Unpredictability spread through the air like crabgrass over a lawn. The wind under the […]
Maybe I left it in that last book I was reading: PROSE, the writings of Elizabeth Bishop, hoping it would learn a thing or two about dexterity rubbing up against the art of description while bristling off the shores of Nova Scotia and those precipitous saintly white cliffs. That seems as probable a place as […]
Left to itself your garden of three pepper plants stays planted, expands. The line between warming and burning flickers. Your guilty pleasures (Law & Order, nude hesitation before the open fridge) run on without you, but not without people like you.
Such a death wouldn’t be so bad, as deaths go, rounded and quick. But the flattening, flattening: a parody of burial without even the mercy of rain, careless swift ironing until the body melts into the road. Only a threadbare tail, gray, blows back and forth in the breeze of the rushed living.
She watches the day blaze itself out, sun catching fire on patches of ice flecked, now, with salt. Too late to do her much good. He called from a phone booth around the corner saying something about readiness being all. With one arm still inside his coat, he led her to the narrow bed, pushed […]