Category: Issue 01

New Year’s Day: empty wine glasses catch morning sunlight.

muddy lot of the psychiatrist winter drizzle

first skiff of snow- a tidings of magpies confer on hard ground

so cold the dog goes out to pee reluctantly

January morning; Yellow leaves still falling On the frosty grass.

the wood smoke rises unnoticed winter light

already freezing- across the lake one goose honks once

sudden breeze water lilies hold the pond still

outside the cabin I see last night’s wolf tracks- closer than before

casino its light fades away in the dawn

no hushed leaf applause- just wind through the branches of the naked elms

so cold two dogs and the cat together at the fire

winternoon red buildings brighten the sidewalk

winter sunset backlights the alders- a small bird moves on

wind-carved glaciers swell & crest across Greenland crash on granite blocks

almost a Harvest Moon this disk over the bloody mountains’ late-winter white

watching a squirrel… empty magnolia seed pods slide down the roof

cold air tickles around my ear fresh haircut

stuffy museum- doors to the Beetle Hall opening and closing

almost lost in the shimmer of water several ducklings

January rain– a solitary calla among the old leaves.

the old red barn stands all doors and windows missing the rain falls inside

winter afternoon- the tiny grandmother sits in silence

well! let’s go snow-viewing till we tumble!

Creeping through Predawn night- Paper delivery

oncology– reception room flowers still plastic

artic wind along the blue ice snow eddies

With fearsome roar, Last autumn’s fallen leaves are blown away.

is that a dewdrop or the evening star nestled in the northern pine?

Rusty roof creaking Under the hot midday sun Summer storms brewing

rose light on your upturned face this morning

icicle dripping from the eave to the sill

winter cold gliding up and down on offshore breezes

winter dusk the magician produces a dove

library silence – a spider skitters cautiously through Virginia Woolf

between two heartbeats the IV tubing lets fall one more tiny drop

snow stopped in the voices of children the sun shines

cool breeze – squirrels examine rain debris

Lying on the couch: sunlight shines in one window and out the other.

chill wind beneath the monk’s robe a naked monk

Spring snow Like waves Climbs over the fence.

At the cliff face my wandering ends, the raven’s begins

The landscape is halved fog slumps across the valley carrying the night

cherry-petal shells . . . even the sand crabs live in that light

sun pushes through mist tai chi dancers move as one morning in shanghai

The fog rises up ghostlike from the lake surface– Winter surrenders.

homeless shelter a bowl of cat food outside the door

Cherry blossoms. Working in the paddy We see all their stamens.

scanning the photos, and now I understand why you had to be there

alongside the river the budding cottonwoods so full of blue sky

sea breeze- footprints becoming beach again

cloud break the smooth shadow of a cactus

ferry steamer a token in the mouth of the river

after the rain eucalyptus bark glistening

leaky roof: a wet friend offers a loan

flock of bright stars over frozen trees – sparkling together

two white puffs playing my warm Shi Tzus in the snow while my feet get cold

Smoke whirls After the passage of a train. Young foliage.

daybreak- the flowerbed full of new mushrooms

A bunch of poppies bursting through concrete outside the door of my house.

sun shower- the oily pavement stained with rainbows

Cold white flakes settle – soft white wool. I see no sheep.

the park bench covered in snow- quietly waiting

The black reservoir: a string of taillights circling around the pale moon.

outside my window hundreds of views exist between spaces of tree branches

lighthouse in the sea breeze faint stars

Broken clouds reveal a full moon, silver cactus thorns.

heavy wet snow… calls of geese lost in the spring storm

the musty cellar: reminding me of something I can’t remember

blue iris- the egret’s beak ripples the reflection

through the chainlink — neighbors debating the chance of rain

dawn beach a feral cat creeping across the parking lot

They call this flower white peony. Yes, but A little red.

Mouth of the river: Idle waves foam on grey sand Rippled by the wind

everywhere now the sound of one phone ringing

the pear blossoming . . . after the battle this ruined house

Late April hail; a quick game of pachinko in magnolias.

the morning star through the caravan skylight a peacock’s scream

wind in the long grass every green thing breathing

showers raining down urgent hands roam down valleys rivers awaiting

lantana bushes — this side of the chainlink they grow wild

always spring in the old woman’s garden… plastic daffodils

spring rain– beneath the umbrella quickening footsteps

withering lilacs and the scent of some body’s old clothes

a mud hen gliding into the reeds tall trumpet lilies

Petals of chrysanthemum Curve in their whiteness Under the moon.

silent neighborhood thickened morning fog hushes the yard dogs

daisy– its flower opens to the sun

losing its grip … the red ladybug on the blue wall

summer holidays– the call of a butcher bird and the surf

ferris wheel it rolls to the edge of the night

Even in the city a hawk soars out of the morning sky

In the looming dusk a heron spears a bluefish- the pond just ripples

Printed cotton shift. A laughing hillbilly gal, Pretty as morning.

coney island light a kewpie doll in the sand just before sunrise

changing sky: two crows perched on a streetlight

inch by inch the full moon escapes from the spiderweb

A bend in the road red ribbons and full moon kite festival

afloat in the sky a thousand brown plane tree leaves crocus in flower

shingle beach pebbles made smoother by every wave

wind debates with wind shingles fly away in haste the argument ends

spring afternoon the sound of gears and sails from the windmill

late spring– the fading glow of the comet in the evening sky

the honeydew — watching TV I finish the other half

wire fence the smell of coal dust from the barge

feeding the koi- the soft ripples spread the sunset

a bright breeze dandelions just higher than the grass

scenic overlook: a single fire hydrant in the pet area

Spring morning vision By the little waterfall– Cosmos in water

treetops obscured by fog- children at play

the song of bees turning weeds to honey

The lilypond moon cut to shreds by a pebble the garden darkens.

pond fishing – on my ankle the only bite

waiting at the curb – mirrored on the skyscraper a brick chimney

moonlit camellias cafe conversation spilling into the street

A boy swims alone In sea reaching to the sun. Look! His head! Gleaming!

the stillness- soaking into stones a cicada’s cry

swimming hole; in the dragonfly’s embrace a dragonfly

dawn- the river unraveled with sunlight

bumping on water lazy wooden boats afloat awaiting daylight