

Mossy LogThe snow and iceMossy Log
crunches under our feet as we rush,
gathering against the building.
I hear someone ask What happened?
Our Beloved Sister fell down the stairs a shelless turtle, wrinkled and helpless, slipped off of a mossy log off a stair wet with ice.
Pulled out on the stretcher, back into her shell with the red lights flashing.


Just a small story. My father’s nipples were like horses, grazing in a field of grass. Or, considering the circumstances, they were more like deer staring into the window of a MagLite factory. They really were quite awkward to look at, being so matted in hair. It’s almost as if he didn’t want anyone to see them, but couldn’t muster enough fur to finish the job. But I suppose everyone else is different, and my father is no exception The entire event was pretty awkward. Not only because I stumbled upon my father, whom I haven’t seen in years, but also because he was stark naked on the side of a busy highway. My mom and I were the last two peoJust a small story.


Morning haikuWaves of amber light cascade down trees like pillars, as if dawn collapsed.Morning haiku


Pond haikuPond ripples slowly, While the wind blows a lily, Selectively calm.Pond haiku


Turtle haikuThe turtle rests now, Pavement makes a journey long, Again, time to walk.Turtle haiku
New rock III
New rock II
New rock I
New computer, new desktop
Snow storm VT, '07
Shrine in Kyoto - one of many
Kids will be kids
Good morning, bird II
Building, tree, wires, Japan
Rain, Japan, man
Tatami room at KHS
Kyoto
Ochan
Morning birds, trees
Tottori sand dunes, man
Good morning, bird
Things had to begin somewhere.
Perhaps it was before my time.