Category Archives: photography

All I Can Do

This poem was written by my friend Aya Yuhki. She is currently the editor of “Tanka International”, in Tokyo, Japan. All I can do softly when the winds caress the door of fate, I will open it for you. a bare tree stands with silver branches stretched to the utmost, I will gaze at theContinue reading “All I Can Do”

Pandemic Fantasy, 2020

        I left the world. It was getting too heavy, surreal like a Dali nightmare. Clocks falling off trees, big blinking eyes in the clouds. Plus a pandemic was going on. The White House announced it on Friday and the Eagle didn’t fly.  So I decided to leave the world. I madeContinue reading “Pandemic Fantasy, 2020”

Corona – Conversations with my Consciousness

Every time my lover Goes out the door I wonder Will he come back Safe and sound, with corona going around Conscience says… Don’t worry See the woman walking her dog outside Join her in her walk Your dogs are bored and listless See the crow hopping on the tree before a backdrop of blueContinue reading “Corona – Conversations with my Consciousness”

Love is Contagious

I wrote this before I knew the severity of the Corona Virus. Sadly I was mistaken. I was ashamed of what I wrote and trashed it. I just took it out of trash. If only this is just a bad dream and we’ll all wake up. “I’m a dreamer and probably will be one forever.”Continue reading “Love is Contagious”

Pink Dolphins and Parallel Moons

I changed the title of this series….Having trouble with a title. If you have any suggestions for a title–please help.) In my dream, a firefly lights my way hummingbirds drip honey, ocean waves rise in sync with my breath the Amazon’s pink dolphins mate with virgins another Mary is born our world turns upside downContinue reading “Pink Dolphins and Parallel Moons”

Counting my Breath

Counting my Breath what can you say about the sun, moon, stars while sky holds them up do they have a choice looking out my window figures walk their dogs some run some trot some stop to smell the roses I planted on the curb I watch them sniff then off they go please spreadContinue reading “Counting my Breath”

Bodhisattva

At night our little black dog snuggles between us lies on his back and snores loudly snip, brush, snip around his furry face Bodhi loves it all tilts his head way back crooning to the moon Bodhisattva means, Buddha in training…’ they say all good dogs go to heaven I hope to meet him thereContinue reading “Bodhisattva”