Critics PageApril 2026

Kostas Anagnopoulos and Keiko Narahashi

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Solitude draws circles around desire. Aloneness has drawbacks

 

Play with your imagination. It shies away on the pavement

 

When your mother opens the door— enough already. The thing is the thing.
Smoke and mirrors. The thing is exactly what you wanted. A safety match.
This someone moves what was lit from here to there. The thing is light.
This thing holds desire. Time erases desire. The way time erases mourning.
Grief stays put and puts you to sleep to dream. Your mother is just across the
     bridge, agreeable and fine. No need to worry

Darkness is less lonely with a hunk of clay

Poem by Kostas Anagnopoulos with watercolor by Keiko Narahashi.

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