I borrow from heroes, as many writers doAnd avoid plagiarism by making words newTo walk that fine line I’ve disguised … More
Category: On Writing
A Writing Story
I have never written a story or a poem the way I wanted to write it. Something always gets in the … More
The Writer Writes
I was sitting at a table outside Macy’s when the elderly Japanese woman bumped into my table. She was carrying a … More
The Muse Knocks Again
She aids my writing in many waysJust soI’m raking up some leavesWhen my neighbor’s black catBig BoyTears across my pathWitness … More
The Muse Knocks
While raking the yardI wonder what I mightWrite about today My neighbor’s black catBig BoyTears across my path And I … More
To Move On
She writes magic and wind sweepall graceful and rising angel voicesand as always in golden hoursshe sings herself most comfortin … More
A Small Moment
The day had gone well, but even optimists may find dark turns around bends up ahead. Jason’s writing session had been … More
Our Crossing Time
Each different and the sameTwo part of a whole, same fabricHistory woven, stitch and seam each of the otherAs read, … More
Musing
And as she agedShe whisperedSoft and always softerMy hand on hersHer fingers worn and weakened armsBreath fading fainterHow she played … More
The Dark Is Stronger Than the Light Sometimes
Writing is stumbling through a dimly lit roomStubbing your toe on furnitureBanging into boxes to rummage throughGroping through drawersYour hands … More
The Next Chapter
The title of the second chapter will be,“Is Hamlet’s Will His Own?”Each will be a questionthat will be rigorously discussedbut … More
How the Story Ends
We’re both in the Kupuna Program at UH Mānoa. They allow senior citizens to take classes for free. Now that … More
Who’s an Okay Boy?
Miraculously, I have found enough wordsall month long to fill unturned pages turned,my daily worry, heavy as a dreaming child’s … More
what impressions were
a sound slight as breathstill the cold touch of lamplight on white snowthose thick linesa brow furrowedeyes of white hairthink your … More
Personal Taste
sometimes I say too much onlyabout spaces sacred to me andforget the idea of the universaltruth and wholly applicable ideain … More
A Sound Poem
Bob claims a sound poem engages all five senses.You see it, hear it, touch it, smell it, taste it.Picture a … More
Pyramids in Oceans
When it’s going good, it’s like building a pyramid,hauling blocks and hoisting them in place,fitting each neatly into my construction,each … More
A Song
Some are moved by the words first, hear them, read them, following along, are caught up attending to meaning, to … More
Dream Dream Dream
Seen it. Seen it. Yeah. Seen it. Seen it. Oh, man. Seen it. Seen it. Geez. Oh, hey, how’s it … More
Fame and Misfortune
Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.– Susan Ertz This … More
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