WOUNDED BIRDS
On the stone path to my cabin door I find [...]
On the stone path to my cabin door I find [...]
At the edge of my lanai a hummingbird dazzles over [...]
I saw again the mama-san who spat in my face [...]
“Ex cetera” does not mean “et cetera” Ex cetera excludes [...]
I miss a plane mid-winter in an airport midway, with [...]
For an unknown segment of timeless, limitless space, I – [...]
I come to bring him the book of philosophy we [...]
A cheap clock that stops mid-tick tells me more than [...]