Wildflower, for Foster (song with Mikael Lewis, 2018)
A song for a brilliant fella who’s flame burned out too fast (21 y/o) decades ago now but a conversation […]
Wildflower, for Foster (song with Mikael Lewis, 2018) Read Post »
A song for a brilliant fella who’s flame burned out too fast (21 y/o) decades ago now but a conversation […]
Wildflower, for Foster (song with Mikael Lewis, 2018) Read Post »
These are (as i recall) from Sri Lanka but otherwise un-annotated, non-geo-located, and un-credited assortment and purely for archival amusement
Signs in the Wild, vol. 0: Death Society Meeting, Dancing Unit, Calmly please Read Post »
Suppose its pettyAnd surely inelegantbut I’ll spill it anyhowAs i recollect“I still think of all the stuff I suddenly gave
Poem: ‘Served my Heart’ #draft Read Post »
Note: transcribed with light editing from my scribbled journal made in “real time” – as always more to say but
Diary: Leaving India ~ rapidly, in a fog (Nov. 2016) Read Post »
My heart aches for each of them, the undiscovered ones, the forgotten ones, the families, the grandmas, the grandchildren that
Prayer for the Lost Ones Read Post »
Aug 19th was 49 days after Ryoko’s Grandmother Tomiko passed away at 94 years old, 6 days after baby Ichiro
Diary: Closing Circles with Stones ~ Grandmother to the Ohaka Read Post »
Summary: Woke up to the news, quit my job, went to a candlelight vigil, passed one around, talked to some
Media: Jerry Garcia’s Legacy / PDN, Guam, Aug. 18, 1995 Read Post »
Ichiro Olson, card # 13 “Generations” / 5.7 The past few days we’ve witnessed a powerful transition of life as
Ichiro: card #13 “generations” #Tomiko / 5.7 Read Post »
Changing topics from Nagasaki to Olympics to… Dad. Well he’s gone 6 years today. On my mind so much as
Dad, 6 years gone / brief notes Read Post »
What becomes of the seemingly ephemeral creations we leave behind? Especially in the analog-days? Consider these in the context of
Preserving the Wildflower – Postcard #69 via video Read Post »
A heart-wrenching poem about an abducted boy called Simon – who lived nearby, was my age and sorta looked like me
Simon, Stolen, Shame – Postcard #84 Read Post »
Rest me Naught The partisans attacked Shortly after sun dawned Trapped behind the lines Two days after the treaty signed
On a concave hardwood slab (carved in the 16th century by the Portuguese or possibly Dutch)I witnessed my own autopsy
Witnessed my Own Autopsy Read Post »
In hospital with sedated Grandpa, Dave reads complete “Letters from Russia” epistolary literature project with frequent interruptions from visitors, nurses
Hospital Letters and Flames – Postcard #77 Read Post »
Not Being There (for Rod) (page 3? Not being there Instead a mediocre duo Plays “Forever Young” And “Fast
Not Being There (for Rod) / notes Read Post »
Tactility of loss A Pantheon of pals Ash goes to ground Ride on endless highways From Timpanogos To Olympus Underway