below the surface

the turtle that came to the shore takes me on his back to the bottom of the sea my father is there my mother is there they are young and in love somersaulting in the waters i join them in their play hands interlock we form a circle round and round we go gulping inContinue reading “below the surface”

A Message

my fatherplayed pianomelodieswanderedbut he was steady Dadwas to shy to danceIbecame a danceragainst all odds time wearsdown the cushionsa sitar dronesas pulse gets weakerand feet can”t keep a beat Dad does this make you sadas you recallthe earthly painsbefore our final steps ten yearsafter your deathyou spoke to me in a dreamI remember everything yourContinue reading “A Message”

My Corner Windows

is a Hiroshige scene… My corner windowswhere I watch the worldI see youbut you can’t see methe world is a Hiroshige scene My corner windowswhere I watch my scented gardengrow and thriveInhale gratitudeExhale peace I’m the fool on the hillwho knows the world is not safe anymoremy childhood playgroundtorn down and gone. No more playinghideContinue reading “My Corner Windows”

Okane–Lakshmi–$

Money money moneyHow much do you makeHow much do you takebeads, sugar and spiceslet’s trade with good will Ask a personhow much money do you makeit’s unpresidentialor “how old are you”impolite–crude and crass My income–Retirement–450 dollars a monthSocial SecurityIt’s all so boring and pettyI’m 73 and moving up A billionaire friend of mineasked what’s thisContinue reading “Okane–Lakshmi–$”

Looking Inside my husband’s brain

Sometimes I write for therapy as I did when I wrote this piece. Hideki my husband had a stroke and on his brain a hematoma. He was in the hospital. The hematoma was bleeding. Toto had just died and Bodhi was in the hospital with a rare blood disease IMHA in critical condition. I wasContinue reading “Looking Inside my husband’s brain”

Fragrant Memories~~ short story~~

Fragrant Memories    Whenever I think of exquisite gourmet cooking I always think of my mother, Misako Shintani. Mom, learned cooking from her mother and went on to teach the culinary arts. Misako was charismatic, filled with fiery energy and unpredictable.  Her classes were sensational, spontaneous theatrical performances. Her unpredictable nature attracted her to aContinue reading “Fragrant Memories~~ short story~~”