Sometimes you feel like a person left in the “lost luggage” room… You sit, you wait for the person to […]
Riff: Ghosts of Festive Losts {Christmas Any/no/elsewhere} Read Post »
Buddha Annapurna There was already a full moon And a snowy peak behind Then you read from Buddha Reminding all
Buddha Annapurna – Annapurna Sunrise Read Post »
They’ve walked this path So many times now With others much like you Sandals or rubber boots Packs filled unnecessarily
Holy Donkeys – Annapurna Sunrise Read Post »
The cook pot is blackened But you easily clean up the mess With gritty river mud scraped From your stream
Forgotten Village – Annapurna Sunrise Read Post »
Peaks So many came from overseas Seeking adrenaline and light Colored bags filled with dreams and schemes Forgetting to slow
Peaks – Annapurna Sunrise Read Post »
She’s more powerful Than I’ll ever be Steely-eyed, determined Striding confidently Land a plane in Lukla A jeep across Mustang
Powerful – Annapurna Sunrise Read Post »
Morning, Pokhara Farmer calls to the cow, gently Corralled in a stonewalled fence Mother calls her child from an open
Morning, Pokhara – Annapurna Sunrise Read Post »
Annapurna Sunrise A sunrise isn’t just a sunrise Each a unique event The dawning a new circumstance Unknown since yesterday
Annapurna Sunrise – Annapurna Sunrise Read Post »
The scribbler and the talker Wander through porticos lined with sea creatures Large enough for an atomic age The emotions
Osaka Afternoon (poem) Read Post »
I am ready at last for the unrelenting savagery or call to your actions, seductions, or even rampant affection, genuine
Of course i wanna change the world, not just ‘my’ world but ‘the’ world. Not force *anyone* to do *anything*
Change the World with Walking Sticks Read Post »
Selling citizenship to a country which isn’t recognized by leagues or unions, intent thrust into existence, scant generations hence. Your
Selling Arbitrary Citizenships Read Post »
Room close dark dark, listening white noise and windchimes From my perch, survey the still life before me – a
Still Life of Motion: Haibun in Grey Read Post »
Clear drops on muddled windows muddled thoughts Saskatoon, snow drifts over wheat fields, kids skating in toques, playing shiny hockey
St. Jacob’s Soup in Saskatoon: Haibun in Grey Read Post »
Delicious dreams I mumble in my sleep no memory Fever – coming on stronger now. Gaining now for three days,
Feverish Dreams in Tea Steam: Haibun in Grey Read Post »
Years ago, the Humble Boys Club was a stalwart on this lost coast, now just the foundation remains. NOTE: Hear
