Life from Death

I find these bodies often in the yardRaking, I’ll come across a nestAnd lying nearby, a baby, featherlessBrought down by … More

Daily Mantra

All the weeds in my yard will disappearNo tree branches or leaves will ever fallThere will never be a line … More

So little of you, you now knowing downLife teaching you smaller bits of selfA growing descentCertainty slides into mysteryNot doubt, … More

That first time, more than 40 years nowHow many clock ticks like soft background musicFor the streaming rush of words … More

No more energy to fire as age can’t musterConscious any pin could mean a poppingLost all rabid zest to carry … More

The city prosecutor, Paul Tanabe, picks up one of the germinated seedlings, a couple little leaves breaking through the soil … More

I sit watching a school of tiny blue fishZip lively in and out along the wharfImagine jumping in to join … More

She brushes his hand with a blood red nail as they both reach for their coffee cupsSits back on the … More

As a child he dreamedOf being a knight in shining armorSlaying dragons and winningThe fairest maiden in the landBenighted by … More

The day is young and I am notSo slowly walk this beaten pathMy daily pondering strollScanning the surroundingsSearching for a … More

And wraith-like rollsSome marble maybeSmiles at nothing visibleAs far as I can seePlays some internal gameKnown only to herWith the … More

Even though I heard the question, and certainly understood it, I couldn’t remember, in my fever, what my name was. … More

Once upon a time, Mrs. Onigawa was a good neighbor. Everyone thought so. It was a golden age for neighborhoods, a … More

She liked riding the bus. The anonymity. Being by herself. Not being recognized was a good thing. Not having to … More

It’s the small talk in the night. Lying side by side. Whispering back and forth about what’s passed or what’s … More

“I wish you would try to see it from my side, baby.” See it from his side. I have absolutely … More

One of the deals with the Lutheran Church was that after you slogged your way through Catechism and Confirmation, you … More

I was riding the Pacific Heights bus toward Ward Avenue when I saw the smoke. As we neared the source, I … More

What’s that oneOn the tip of your tongueOr more your ear It goesDa da da di da di da da … More

As spring comes in with that lion’s roarUnder this sky it’s a jagged light showTree limbs shattering in screams at … More