Monday, December 31, 2012

Upside Down Words

Old days sparkled in my hands
speak in anxiety,
I don't get it,
I hear the heartbeat of ancient sun ray,
The Moon's faint light
whispers from the bees,
going all over the places,
Listening to words turned
upside down,
wishes dance and sing
like flying glitter,
Dreams draw nearer,
Peace hums to the world
like humming birds,
with eyes the window
to the world.

Welcome Back, Happy New Year!

Four Seasons of Life:

Autumn, the time of centering,
Winter, the period of emptying,
Spring, the season of grounding,
Summer, the moment of connecting.

Monday, December 3, 2012


Eyes blink,
The wonder of happiness inside.
Sometimes tears well up,
upon the fists of anger.
Sweetly, eye brows protect,
Ashes through the closing of eye lids.
If eyes open, wide and round,
All views are safe, new, and solid like pound.
when eyes close tight, and still,
mind goes home for rest, on a green hill.
Eyes are like doors,
they lead you to another place.
Eyes are windows,
they show distanced world via reading or traveling.

Monday, November 26, 2012

To The Young Anglerfish By Kay Ryan

For now and for the next 400-plus generations,
the hornlike symptom on your brow
will itch and be subject to irritation.
At that point it will begin to resemble a modification,
useful for tricking food. It will at last begin
to do some good.
Meanwhile, the problems of life enhance:
an awkwardness attends the mating dance
and an inexplicable thoughtfulness
at the wrong moments.
That part of you that is pledged to the future
abstracts you in some way from nature
with the small n. You feel a
comical budding power, and
then you don't again.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Music Rains As Hungry Minds Perform on Strings....

Musicians are birds,
but the stage is not taxed,
Players practice to get ready,
The conductors are leaders,
Cheerful notes burst
out of strings
or drum surfaces
under the waves of hands,
Tightened chests relax,
The sound of togetherness flies,
The sky rains
with audiences feeling pleased,
Thunder loud claps of joy...
The passionate squeeze
of the bows,
The shared joy
of messages,
in forests
and in classrooms
that everyone has imagined,
love connects
and magic impresses
under the singing breeze:
Jeremy Woolstenhulme,
Gene Moon,
John Schimek,
and Scott Adam Wojciech...

Image Credit:, Stillwater News Press, and NCHO program sheet, plus Bill William Raun's website....

Monday, November 12, 2012


 (苍蝇 =Fly =Cang ' Ying)

I can be
left alone
by myself,
I was
lonely alone,
Now I'm lonely
with you.
something is wrong,
There are Flies
I go...
they make me
feel like vomiting...

Monday, November 5, 2012

Sea Canes (Inspired By Derek Wallcott)

Some of my childhood friends are dead.
Besides memories and stories,
Nothing more can be done to that.
at times, I may snatch their words
from the vague surf's drone
through the canes, yet it's impossible
to undo everything,
Walking on the dark leaves of ocean
down the colorless road alone
The sea canes by the cliff appear green and silver,
They were the seraph lances of my faith.
out of what's missing grows something stronger.
I would have learned to love black days,
The black rain, the white hills, while once
I loved only my own happiness, and you.

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 76: October 31-November 7, 2012

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Happy Holloween to You and Me!

Kitchen, pot holders,
Basic hand wipers, pretty,
Chairs, meals, family.
Peanut butter sandwich,
Blueberry muffins, engage,
Dried tofu, bok choy.
Hot plain rice, pancake,
Gas stoves, JOY dishwasher,
Love cold hot water.
Calendar, peony,
October, red autumn sun,
Problems, none is mine.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Haiku on Mink both White and Black (Mini Fiction Week 30)

It looks like weasel,
It has four legs and smooth fur,
Its movement is nimble.
Small bodies, grey hair,
Pointed face, sharp paws hang there,
Dangerous if dare.
small thin furry skin,
Detective eyes, far and near,
Weasel out mink, dear!
A mink is not boat,
It carries no logs or cars,
Cousin to weasel.

 Image Credit:

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Wishing Well By Kate Schmitt

The mesh of the blanket tangles
and lumps of comforter,
two-toned flannel and bedspread
twist and slip.
I haven't slept in a week,
So I wear my brown hooded
sweatshirt with the hood-strings
pulled tightly around my face.
I picture a wishing well
with edges of greening minerals.
and coins dull with cold water,
I throw my wish in a copper arc.
After I've thrown it I lie
unconcerned, these things take time.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Sunday 160: Today's Activity

I spend two hours
posting poetry,
one hour
shopping at
American Eagle Outfitter,
for Tom,
The ugly ox
who energizes
me with oxygen
and hope...
have fun!

Have  anything that’s 160 Characters,
And go visit the Lovely Shakira....Here!

Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom