Poem by Seth Howard

 

Memory of Summer in Hanazonocho

Opening the blinds to the light of new beginnings, shadows of his past
           Hover in limbo, near, a moment comes
                      Like a stranger who enters an old theater

A slow rain drifts down imperceptibly, a pattern of colors he has just now seen
           Motion swirls within his memory, as landscape spreads
                      Before intention

Quiet for a time, save a train passing outside his window, a subtle rhythm
           Like slow poison enriches his days, afternoons of solitude
                      And always the cicada’s cry

 

Photography © Allison Goldin
Photography © Allison Goldin

 

Seth Howard is a graduate of the University of Connecticut with a degree in English Literature. He studied abroad in Japan for three years where he traveled throughout the countryside and to the major cities. He enjoys reading Philosophy and Zen meditation. He currently resides in New London, Connecticut.

Allison Goldin is an artist living in California. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles.

 

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