Monday, December 26, 2016


where
green heron
stout
lets out
longest neck


rushing water in.....

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

adrift you said
moored asea
we have
in moving
moved
a moor


distance isn't a longing but a life




I can't find the words for it.

Syncretism, as in

this which is

amended to

the words I can't find. 
indescribable longing
bound for



upstream


16.218 dhammapda

Sunday, November 6, 2016

beachcomber


A  man on shore meditates, a child totters seaward.
Their hands raise up, lift down
as I bend and brush earth
108 times



Saturday, November 5, 2016

remembering
Hopkin's joy and sorrow
him, writing
read by 6
yet he wrote
and lived
for love of

obeyed himself
slightly more
than any god could have thought

ought not to forget
how the trees
these ashes
downed
cut him to the core
or the birdsong
(those prolonged stutters
led him to)

Friday, November 4, 2016

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Friday, October 28, 2016

Wakata Jisshu

To stare at a point. I drilled holes in the world and realized how relative what we see actually is. 
- Maria Lassnig




night lasso
ing in
over 92 years of


Sunday, October 16, 2016

Koshin, riverside shrine

put your index finger through the hole
touch the god lips
where drawn from skin and soft
she will suck it in
to, turning backward,  spit a little more life into the Tama

this plat
as Other
restrained by straw rope and paper shingles
signals also
exhaustion is equal to abundance
the guardians are tired
monkeys stones eroded
caged foxes in ragged bibs
jizu dragging the body of us
as ant with fly
there's something amiss in the torii concretion
She's there at the edge of it,
that woman guardian
in flowered smock and broom shoes
watching us
not as threat but appended
to the dust here
her dread palpable
as the metal pump sidling the stone god
Inside my head I hear her-
"one drop more
is too much
and
always
it will come" 

lexicon

Edo draining into Hosei

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Monday, October 10, 2016

Don't let Mara destroy you, again and again,
like a stream does its reeds

24.337

Sunday, July 17, 2016

a word

g a r d i n

on a child's Showa yukata
tears (washed)
tears  (rent)







reading kimonos

dirigible, biplane, balloon

969 ascendants









not even a drop

I could become
my mother's face
we told each other we were nothing

you do not fill things, she said
not even a drop

this is your exit, mother
the door will open on the left side





M i z u

no Kamisama

 (Sujin)

B   e   n   z   a   i   t   e   n

white snake

red stone

"no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end..."
- James Hutton

 into

deep time

that is

Sai no Kawara
(the riverbed of souls)


Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Saturday, July 2, 2016

n e w m o o n

The Way:

"Here I will spend the rainy season and here the hot season." 

This is the way a fool thinks. It does not occur to him what may happen in between.

20.286 Dhammapada

e m p t y t h e b o a t

 25.369 Dhammpada

m u d

h i k a r u    d o r o d a n g o

a l i g n m e n t

s i n c e   s e n s e

is a narrative speculation.

s u i s e k i

water


stone



Bokefuji Kannon

Donald Keene, come home
Yuma Juya
Kusamakura
himself an essay on
longevity.

Tadasu no Mori 糺の森?



2 rivers
2 shrines

Ichijyo
joins Yokai

at Jyoko-ku

Kamo (e)
Takano

you

an island
old forest

between us

亀の島 kame no shima




Saturday, June 11, 2016


I have become two doors opening
nearly touching


a farmer and a  monk
lie asleep within my heart.

















t e r r a q u e o u s

abandoned small desires
anko filled sweets
a chocolate
biscuits and
144 games
bhikku says as you seek they burn
as fire can earth, and water




Friday, June 3, 2016

water centuries (for the Shimogamo)

obsidian
lapping cerasite

a green separation

Tadasu no Mori
a forest too old to walk alone

aka-ishi

suiseki

with these I make the rivers

Kamo and Takano