(2013)
Haiku about how life can sometimes feel overwhelming
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
