From the series, Japan Poems.
Satiated want
of rain kissing ground open to
blurred trysts with strangers.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Satiated want
of rain kissing ground open to
blurred trysts with strangers.

From the series, Japan Poems.
In the fast season
of love hotels lusting cast
melding prefers dark.

From the series, Japan Poems.
People who vanish,
where exactly do they go?
Thin air holds secrets.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Streets,
vivid in character
and starred in the calm lore
of desolation and subtext,
train the wanderer’s interest
to stop, notice, gaze
deeply at or into causes
warming us to the effects
through which we marvel
at curiously intimate lengths.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Scent of coming rain,
accompanied by silence–
Solitude holds sway.

From the series, Japan Poems.
There is no journey–
Only myths in which we fit
our lust to wander.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Mottling, scars, green,
elements blend, fade, reseed–
Where was I, what, when?

From the series, Japan Poems.
Every crossing
moves in step with homesickness
for places unknown.

From the series, Japan Poems.
The world breaks daily
to reform your perspective–
Vision begets form.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Zen, and the art of
postcard from no known sender–
You, too, are passing.
