Monday, November 30, 2009


i'd never met her
yet she hunched her shoulder between us
as though we were enemies.

i walked away.
along the sidewalk
the wind shifted

spiky red blooms
shimmered in the fragile fragmentation
of noonday sunlight,

a dancing spectrum of blessings
for those who break,
and for those who would repair
that which has been broken.

Sunday, November 29, 2009








These are some of the first images I took with the Sony DSC T-90 I got in July, just as I moved to Oakland. The camera was either stolen or lost a couple weeks ago. That camera was a very lovely work of ingenuity and elegance. So slim and tiny to have so many marvelous capabilities. I was very attached; we had quite a passionate collaboration that camera and me!

Well, the replacement, the Sony DSC W-290, is finally here, no touchscreen, but less expensive, and a slightly more powerful lense. I haven't got much enthusiasm yet. I have to grieve the passing of the old before embracing the new, I guess, and that's what I'm doing tonight. The good news is, I should be posting some fresh images in the next few days.

Friday, November 27, 2009



In respect for the victims of the train bomb in Russia yesterday, I've removed the poem I posted prior to learning about the tragedy. The families and the citizens of Russia have my prayers and synpathy.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


on thanksgiving eve
the bright blue air

one crow passes
a morsel to another

as they wing above
the undulating street and houses

in sharing food
a sacramental sky

Tuesday, November 24, 2009



So, yes, there is water on the moon. According to the article from space.com cited below, there are two possible sources for the water. One is that it is carried by comets. The other is that it is created on the moon through an ongoing process. The solar wind consists of positively charged hydrogen atoms. The wind, at one third the speed of light, (very fast), slams into the moon with great force, breaking up the molecules of the soil, freeing up oxygen. Hydrogen meets oxygen and, abracadabra, there is H2O. The tangible outcome of sun meets moon is water.

"It's Official: Water Found on the Moon"
By Andrea Thompson
Senior Writer
space.com
posted: 23 September 2009

Monday, November 23, 2009

A circle of crows or ravens
ganged up on one of their own this morning
among frosted leaves near the baseball diamond's home plate;
the victim was screaming and struggling beneath their pecking.
My approach interfered with the attack.
They flapped and collected in bare branches above,
gazing balefully at me.
I thought it was over food
but when I examined the spot in the dust,
no evidence at all.

Sunday, November 22, 2009


the air grey silk,
the world in infinite pause,
peace flowing through fingers and limbs,
the autumn tree radiates warmth,
no doubt it has a heart,
a seagull arches in the sky,
a man and dog walk by

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Friday, November 20, 2009




stragglers cling to twigs
but bold sky shoves through -
fall giving way, giving way

Thursday, November 19, 2009


A whisper can be quite effective.
Soften, and be strong.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


write
and delete
write
and delete
write
and delete
write
and delete

Tuesday, November 17, 2009





While the clothes were going round and round at the laundromat, I read from a chapter called 'The Renku' in the book Matsuo Basho by Makoto Ueda. Matsuo Basho, who lived in the 1600s, was a master haiku poet but his talents in renku were considered even greater. Renku is a unique, very structured process where a team of poets takes turns creating verses of a long collaborative poem. Each uses the last lines of the previous poet's effort to begin the next stanza. Ueda's description of the process makes it sound like performance art, or a party game.

'From the individual poet's point of view, each verse has a double meaning, one conscious and the other unconscious. One of the factors that make renku writing exciting lies in the development of this unconscious meaning. A poet composes a verse, and a few minutes later he finds to his amusement that one of his teammates interprets it in a way he had not thought of.'

The poem Ueda uses as an example is called 'A Winter Shower'. There's a balancing act going on, where the poets strive to become a unified force, but through preserving their distinct personalities, writing styles, and imaginations. The process leads to startling shifts in direction and perspective as they move the poem forward, a shared journey that's both cohesive and chaotic.

(The sculpture pictured above is located on the Tulane University campus.)

Saturday, November 14, 2009

boy
plays in bay window

leaf
tumbles out of clear sky

all is brilliance

Thursday, November 12, 2009

flowers and leaves
nod in the breeze
lawn mowers and droning engines
go ohhhmmmmm -

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

banana tree

she polished the impossible mirror,
coaxed the vacuum back to life


he produced photos:
half a dad in pink,
the house called 'Camp No Problem'


a dog yelps on the phone
someone is tapping
a hammer to the roof



the baby wails
clomp
clomp
clomp
goes the ceiling
beep
beep
beep
goes the street



sun turns
leaves to emeralds;
train calls
r u home?
that's how
a day is lost

Monday, November 9, 2009


banana tree

Sunday, November 8, 2009









Saturday, November 7, 2009


Mount Shasta's complex topography includes four volcanic cones. The shadowy peak to the right in this photo, secondary to the largest cone, is known as Shastina.

Here are a couple of quotes I found in Wiki:

Joaquin Miller:
"Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California."

John Muir:
"When I first caught sight of it over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley, I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since."

Thursday, November 5, 2009


This photo is of a Neon Glow Light. They were manufactured in the US from the 1930s through the 70s, and are still marketed in other countries. Flowers were popular subjects, as were cartoon figures.

Here's a link to a collector:

http://www.bulbcollector.com/faq.html]

Funny how people get satisfaction from collecting matchbooks, owl figurines, wind-up toys, vintage tools, Faberge eggs, old postcards. Look at this one:

http://luxfanatic.blogspot.com/?expref=next-blog

Then some of us are just magpies who pick up feathers, pretty rocks, and shiny things, who can't resist a marble, or a bright dime. Of what use is that?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


Love is the heart of Shintaido.

You who practice Shintaido are friends-
confide in each other.

Do not hesitate during practice,
but use your technique uncompromisingly
to form real friendship.

Practice with a beginner's mind
even if you are experienced.

Always enrich your own practice privately,
just as a real Christian offers prayers in a secret place.

Try diligently to elevate your spirituality to a higher point.
Reflect on what you are, improve your skill
make your practice perfect.

Learning is only one side of practice.
You will find the other side through teaching.
Teach those of less experience
with high regard for their personalities
simply and warmly.

There is no limit to a practice that can vary and progress
with a person, their time, their circumstances...
Pursue the truth of nature, pray for liberty
love and respect life.


Hiroyuki Aoki
from the Shintaido Student Handbook

I hear leaves
rustling in the tree -
like the petticoats
of a girl
in a princess gown
prancing past
my window

Tuesday, November 3, 2009


press
the brush to paint
the paint to paper
or canvas
or walls
or sky
mind empty of all
but the quiet within
life best
guided not
by thought
but the Quiet
just paint

Sunday, November 1, 2009










the moon hung
over a squat building

soon to burst through
tangled power lines

a bright bullet from the muzzle
i could taste

the tension of the wires
the metallic bite

of people on the sidewalks
short fused

their colors on parade
ready to fly

off the handle
into full night

give them each
a drink a song but no

this white moon
will have its dark say