the tree to the telephone says “keep your wires to yourself” let me grow my way
Tag Archives: tanka
Kaze
wind blowing through my hair there is so little time let’s leap above the gust and dance with the wind
Seduction
He fans open his weapon of seduction peacock vibrates his magnificent train
Don’t call me Bachan
Uncle George ,Sugie, 2-8-1892 , 1965 ,Sugie & Yaemon,3-8-1880,Uncle Jay, 1918-1960
Invitation to Peace
Invitation to Peace early morning these days no T.V. no radio prone to quietness I meditate everyday the same way like sitting on a rabbit’s foot I feel lucky bound by our desires I watch the incense rise clouds turn into rain turn into spring flowers no birth no death a yogini blossoms in theContinue reading “Invitation to Peace”
All my men
I watch him gently touch her face gaze into her eyes– my practical man keeps his hands in his pockets (originally published in Atlas Poetica: editor M.Kei) Toto is sleeping, brother and hubby are working today, practical men…. HAPPY FATHER’S DAY
this is…
this is my hoodwhere concrete meets the skyneon lights twinklehumanity in your faceborn here, loved here, die here I was born in East L.A., Boyle Heights, CA USA in the Japanese American Hospital, May 15, 1948. Racists in America often refused to care or treat Japanese Americans, so we built our own hospital in BoyleContinue reading “this is…”
“meaning”
If…. IF I don’t write my life down none of it makes sense Originally published in Ribbons an American tanka Journal.
Inside ~ Meditation #13
there is a wounded child in us the way out is in
Meditation #12
clouds turn into rain turn into spring flowers no birth no death
