
roots held up the wall;
the wall supports the tree.
now, they’re one & same.

roots held up the wall;
the wall supports the tree.
now, they’re one & same.



You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Just a small, quiet room with a window for day and a light for the night. Minimalist. The less to distract, the better.

the moon is hazy;
whether it’s the clouds or
my mind, I can’t say.

a heron stands
with perfect stillness,
in frigid water.
What is your all time favorite automobile?
Of the ones I’ve owned, probably the first new car I bought with my own money. It was a 1990 Nissan Sentra, a horrible car — boxy ugly and did not age well (died miserably.) But I paid it off and owned it outright (long before said miserable death.) That said, my sense of sentimentality is not so strong that I can’t admit that it was a shitty car, and I probably made many rookie mistakes in purchasing it. I later owned a Toyota that was a much better car — also looked more like a car than the crate one comes in.
As for cars overall, something affordable, quiet, reasonably comfortable on a long haul, but cheap to fuel. I’m even less a fetishist than a sentimentalist.


the koi cluster
at one end of the pond:
anticipating mana.

cymbals crash &
horns blow, a dragon weaves up-street:
winter festivities!


