Mei and I

He sits rapt as a parrot overlookingA perfect mirror image of itself and thinks:Atonement is a stone in the river.Astonishment is not.A poet of the ‘gentleIdeas of philosophy’, the heirOf Ta’o Ch’en, who belongsTo the clarity of poetry,He has no thoughts onThe toucan encrusted bridgeBuilt across the arc of his life span.Great is that memory

embers

EMBERS )1( Only one starAn ember in an icicle,Too dark to go homeTonight. Grey night a C poem of clouds: a fireplace, wood,A blanket, embers. Grey nights of snow, a pile EMBERS )2( 0

The Sun Rose

Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on a rainbow of the salt sand-wave..; John Keats The Sun Rose is beautifully named; It goes well with ‘dry chrysanthemums.’ Which are the very epitome of a chant– Why, even the water-lily can sing As the shades descend from the sky. As the shades descend

It’s by Here

I don’t know about you, but I have been feeling the need to do something positive for the world, and here it is! This book was just published by the Four Windows Press. And not only does contain ten poems by me, it’s got thirty other poets who are doing some of the best writing

the Black Pagoda

The Black Pagoda

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At the Dance

Sunshine Superman

Sunshine Superman