moonbeams on his cheeks
his lips make sucking motions
even in his sleep
24 February 2000
beach picnic ~
why do you think they call them
sandwiches?
3 March 2000
rusty pipe ~
a strand of water twists
onto mossy stones
3 March 2000
Sunday, March 20, 2011
haiku retrospective lxxxi
coming home
lego scattered
on the living room carpet
coming home
piles of laundry on the floor
light and dark
coming home
the children gather
to see what you've brought
2 March 2000
lego scattered
on the living room carpet
coming home
piles of laundry on the floor
light and dark
coming home
the children gather
to see what you've brought
2 March 2000
Saturday, March 19, 2011
haiku retrospective lxxx
departed lover
tossing his shaving gear
in the trash
departed lover
feeling ghostly caresses
in the shower
departed lover
seeing your smile
on our son's face
16 February 2000
tossing his shaving gear
in the trash
departed lover
feeling ghostly caresses
in the shower
departed lover
seeing your smile
on our son's face
16 February 2000
haiku retrospective lxxix
rainy day ~
precipitation
in the baby's nappy.
13 February 2000
twilight ~
darkness fills the hollows
in the light
18 February 2000
cumulus towers ~
a stiff breeze blows cloud banners
from the turrets' heights
18 February 2000
precipitation
in the baby's nappy.
13 February 2000
twilight ~
darkness fills the hollows
in the light
18 February 2000
cumulus towers ~
a stiff breeze blows cloud banners
from the turrets' heights
18 February 2000
Friday, March 18, 2011
haibun: Today We are All Japanese
As a Californian, I have often told Americans and Europeans that we feel more deeply connected to Asia than to Europe. We face west, we share an ocean, and a great many Californians trace their heritage to Asia. So much of what makes California what it is came originally from Asia, and a great deal of what makes my California comes from Japan. The tsunami touched Santa Cruz, another link in the pattern that connects California to Japan. It feels so close, that country on the other side of our ocean.
hakone garden
spring rain falls lightly
on the maples
A woman at dance class greets me and I ask how her family is doing. Tears fill her eyes as she tells me that they are all safe in Tokyo.
opening dance
tani takes her place
next to mine
The American media puts its own surreal stamp on things.
tsunami spin:
bay area foodies face
a sushi shortage
Outside it is raining, a soft steady rain that has come in from the Pacific. A week ago, some of this air was over northern Japan. I think of my father, gone now, who grew up in Japan and introduced me to samurai films, the correct way to use chopsticks, and a certain esthetic that remained from his boyhood. Towards the end of his life, my father would become unmoored in time and space.
cancer ward
he thinks he's a boy again
in japan
When he learned of the earthquake, George Takei said “Today, we are all Japanese.” As a child, George lived in the WWII Japanese-American relocation camps.
Watching the moving footage of the moment of silence in Japan, I cannot help but think, as I have thought often in the past week, that the world would be better if we were all Japanese.
silence ~
all the prayers that don't fit into words
hakone garden
spring rain falls lightly
on the maples
A woman at dance class greets me and I ask how her family is doing. Tears fill her eyes as she tells me that they are all safe in Tokyo.
opening dance
tani takes her place
next to mine
The American media puts its own surreal stamp on things.
tsunami spin:
bay area foodies face
a sushi shortage
Outside it is raining, a soft steady rain that has come in from the Pacific. A week ago, some of this air was over northern Japan. I think of my father, gone now, who grew up in Japan and introduced me to samurai films, the correct way to use chopsticks, and a certain esthetic that remained from his boyhood. Towards the end of his life, my father would become unmoored in time and space.
cancer ward
he thinks he's a boy again
in japan
When he learned of the earthquake, George Takei said “Today, we are all Japanese.” As a child, George lived in the WWII Japanese-American relocation camps.
Watching the moving footage of the moment of silence in Japan, I cannot help but think, as I have thought often in the past week, that the world would be better if we were all Japanese.
silence ~
all the prayers that don't fit into words
haiku retrospective lxxiii
satin pillow
against my lips
the baby's cheek
7 February 2000
silence ~
all the thoughts that don't fit into words
7 February 2000
i can't remember
the name of that flower ~
forget-me-not
8 February 2000
against my lips
the baby's cheek
7 February 2000
silence ~
all the thoughts that don't fit into words
7 February 2000
i can't remember
the name of that flower ~
forget-me-not
8 February 2000
Thursday, March 17, 2011
haiku retrospective lxxii
cumulonimbus ~
gusts blow the redwood needles
backwards
3 February 2000
down the window
raindrops blur the raindrops outside
5 February 2000
cloud-watching ~
a view of the waves
from the bottom of the ocean
6 February 2000
gusts blow the redwood needles
backwards
3 February 2000
down the window
raindrops blur the raindrops outside
5 February 2000
cloud-watching ~
a view of the waves
from the bottom of the ocean
6 February 2000
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