From the series, Japan Poems
Fleeting intervals
where a pause is magnified
to widen one’s berth.

From the series, Japan Poems
Fleeting intervals
where a pause is magnified
to widen one’s berth.

From the series, Japan Poems.
In lieu of the Last Supper,
I give you Lunch at the Ramen Shop,
each man a disciple unto his own appetite
to savor the slow heaven of noodles
in pews of intimate congregation.

From the series, Japan Poems.
In search of lost time,
in a realm of sea changes–
Your last step, your first.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Green tea, summer rain–
Elements to contemplate
in savored idle.

From the series, Japan Poems.
In spaces between,
we are supported to dream–
Distance knows no bounds.

From the series, Japan Poems
Every voyage
is a first and last,
an avid siren
and amen to condensed passage–
Heed the call
of your heart’s holiest seethe
and rapture,
to know itself, uncharted,
a trespasser braving
the permeable furor of tides
and sea changes.

From the series, Japan Poems
In reality
every ship a ghost ship
passing between lives.

From the series, Japan Poems.
Repose
commingled with distance
is the dreamer’s stillest means
to cargoless departure.

From the series, Japan Poems.
It happened gradually,
then suddenly–
Starting with the last
first step off cliff’s edge,
followed by the syncing of descent
to an upward arc–
This is what fools do,
betting on themselves
each and every time
to beat the odds
and defy the laws of gravity
while proving
to fall is human,
to air divine.

From the series, Japan Poems.
We all must take it,
the long slow measured walk home–
Be kind in passing.
