Poetry

  • diptych (tanka)
    Throw it away, now that you’ve drifted across. Do you still need it? But how could you discard such a precious tool? Sure seems rude. When did I think that simply knowing was enough? Was I deluded? Form is emptiness. Likewise, emptiness is form. You know?
  • diptych
    When the first cold wind finds it way to your bones,welcome your old friend. Has there ever beena better time for poemsthan winter’s holding?
  • diptych
    What have I “expressed”if my words only stay long enough to use me?If “I” speak, why that’s news to me. I always thought it was just the wind.
  • tanka
    Auspicious, to watch as a single yellow leaf crashes to the Earth. It happens all the time, but only when you aren’t watching.
  • diptych (tanka)
    Emerald luster fades as each new year passes. Will it shine again? I look out as dawn reveals the trees, and I’m not so sure. The moon is always there, concealed by the sun’s light. More patient than me. What else might we find, patient, waiting for the light to dim?