Master, go sit, you say, in the mountain [...]

Ghosts swirl flowers outside garden windows:   A wood creature [...]

Caught on the edge of vision, less than a speck [...]

Fifty summers old today, wanting fifty more, I look down [...]

Saw him: about twenty, ruefully gay, face of an African [...]

Eyes closing beneath palms and plumerias, I assure myself those [...]

  “Over a million people gathered in Hong Kong this [...]

  Glittering mysteries of the heavens once held my eyes, [...]

Today I cried at the end of a movie, first [...]