
boulder on a slope:
one grain of sandstone erodes
at a time, until…

boulder on a slope:
one grain of sandstone erodes
at a time, until…


lily pad sprawl:
herons march, beak-down,
on the shifting surface.
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
It would need to be someone who wouldn’t be put off or demoralized by my primitive cooking skills. So, not anyone particularly fancy or famous.

a perched heron
watches ripples of its
last attempt fade.

on a barren branch
a raven has perched —-
autumn dusk

What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?
The need for the world to be a certain sort of way.
It’s the only thing I can think of that letting go of would contribute to increased harmony.


crow on a post,
on rocky desolate ground;
waves lap ashore.