tremorous

You sense it in her tremorous cityscapes, especially in her images of people — the primary subject, after all, of street photography.

That stanza goes: “I am not ready for repentance; / Nor to match regrets. For the moth / Bends no more than the still / Imploring flame. And tremorous / In the white falling flakes / Kisses are,— / The only worth all granting.”

Set in a tremorous Tokyo, the dark psychological thriller “Earthquake Bird” wants to rattle you with dangerous passion and mystery, yet it’s more of a flightless if colorful creature than anything else.

It migrated slowly during the tremorous morning hours, inching across the stained ties and grimy track bed with the vibration of each passing car until it lay atop the track, directly in the path of oncoming trains.

These are the best of times in New Zealand; they are the saddest on those fearless and yet tremorous islands.