
ancient mountain:
now a pile of worn boulders,
under monsoon clouds.

ancient mountain:
now a pile of worn boulders,
under monsoon clouds.



Dogs or cats?
I prefer either to humans, generally speaking. I prefer dogs when feeling the need for affection, but cats when I want my space. Since the latter is more often my state of being, I guess a slight edge to cats.

frenzied pigeons:
a tight, geometric horde—
until food’s end.



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.