How are you creative?
By nudging letters into words, words into lines, and then dancing the mess into something that sings. By trying to tune into the Great Spontaneous.
How are you creative?
By nudging letters into words, words into lines, and then dancing the mess into something that sings. By trying to tune into the Great Spontaneous.

frangipani
have dropped leaves & blossoms,
& stand gnarled & nude.

a barren tree
stands in the temple yard:
winter’s guardian.




waves jet upward
with unpredictable rhythm:
glance away, miss it.

hibiscus flowers
show their bright colors
on a winter day.




Share what you know about the year you were born.
Wow. Not a lot. The war in Vietnam was in full swing, and Nixon was in the White House, but nothing else springs to mind. Over the years, I’ve looked it up, including the big books and films of the year, but it’s all utterly unrememberable. It hasn’t been long since I looked up what film won the Oscar, and I forgot it — something that no one but film school students and niche art historians are aware of today. (i.e. Nothing that shows up on your Netflix “Classic Films” feed.)

cool winter day:
clouds form thickly over
the hot springs.


