Mar
12
Takuboku Tanka #2
東海の小島の磯の白砂に
われ泣きぬれて
蟹とたはむる
On this small Pacific isle’s coast
on the rocky shore’s white sand,
I’m wet
poetry
Feb
04
For Irish Blood
Background
We have so many phrases involving digging. Gandhi: "To forget how to dig the earth and tend the
3 min read
Jan
28
How to stoke a flame
Like a draft, His chilling hands slink in through the cracks of our coils,
and husks us away. No coincidence
1 min read
Jan
17
On Writing & The Body
Spit still gathers on the tip of my tongue when I yawn,
deciding whether it should drop off the end.
2 min read
Nov
17
Autumn Haiku 2016
Sun seeps through the fog.
It warms the dewy concrete path
And the slick brown leaves.
My hands finally feel
Oct
28
Autumn Haiku 2015
I watch the sun set,
sinking, red, just past the clouds,
Grandma on my mind.
Guided by the bright
colors