Monday, December 19, 2016


the fifth fin


Tuesday, December 13, 2016

d e c e m b e r n o t e s

B R U S H ( E S )

In Kimora, Hiroshima prefecture
seek shodo brushes
tanuki, sheep, goat, the tail of a horse
there you will feather brushes to flush ink
turkey, ptarmigan. the sparrow's tail

hair falls
and flight
to sign
and copy
the paint out
write what's within
assisted by
man whose hands
made these


m u s i c (bokaro, wagakki)

a koto's sound is bigger
more resonant


end blown shakuhachi


E N O S H I M A     I S L A N D

there is here a training centre for esoteric Buddhism
Kukai's Shingon
(who perhaps remains suspended between life and death)

waiting for Maitreya

Enoshima-Daishi temple
continuously prays
led by Master Ekan
who  "accomplished previously untrodden
the Goma in which 1 million wooden sticks were burned"
by Master Gosen
his leading disciple
known as the "completer of
the incantation method of Kokomo Jumonji-ho"
that is
chanting mantras
1 million times over 100 days.

Ekan and Gosen conduct the Goma-ritual
"the desperate act"
or so called
by ordinary monks.

During the Goma-ritual,
one challenges the body and soul
in front of a flame over 3 meters high.

The Masters always hope that all peoples of the world
rest in peace
have wishes granted.



Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Sunday, November 13, 2016

above Noborito
the biggest moon in 70 years

to the station with these two young men
friends who've tolerated
a canal walk to nowhere

the chinese quince
an aroma so
sweetly autumn
on three continents

warm melon pan
the smell of grilled meat

Saturday, November 12, 2016


down to a meter it flew
in warm air, little light
near the persimmons
and roadside shrine bibbed in red

instead of sleeping, they eat,
drawing water and meat from air.

not one of them downed.

only one of us looking up.

Sleepless, Kanagawa - advice

If it's a night sleep cannot find you,
lay awake in a room
of stones and water.
At four, a door opens upstairs.
Footsteps clod across that floor, which will lift you up to dawn.
Note the wet garden, near.
Follow the first bird,

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

when so divided.

and Hopkins.

That is what we grieve for.

" 9/11 and 11/9
the two worst days
in recent American history."

Monday, November 7, 2016

 a tomcat foot bone (talus) dated to 200 AD found in a grave with burnt human remains near Kastrup in southern Jutland

Saturday, November 5, 2016

drawing upon the water
painting ink and white
so long left and now returned

the eyes are still stunned, shunted, unclear
yes occasionally the filters fall
and all
seems here
and clear

think again
en plein air

Friday, November 4, 2016

remains of

beowulf, ˈbeɪəˌwʊlf 



ðiː , ði remains

ðəʊz , ðoʊz

ðeə. ðɛr.

ðæt (remain)

ðɪs  (remains)

ˈʌðə, ˈʌðər 

truːθ , truθ 

ˈhæznt, ˈhæzənt

ʧeɪnʤd (remains)

æz truːðz duː 

æz truθs du  


working hard




Wednesday, November 2, 2016

waxing crescent
walnut ink

infra dig (beneath one's dignity)

forgotten in the dark

let light


Monday, October 31, 2016

this simple life is not
buckling banks

sea tossed and torn away

this, another round of
flotsam accumulation

grief surged, spent is
surf's phlegm
or river's hem

isn't picturesque this


there isn't
a lost or a bust
but a plus
to soul ending worry gone
now it's just
and tales

Friday, October 28, 2016

ほうき Hōki (broom)

Voiced, unvoiced, here

(absent flippancy)
uneasy upended ness
pressed to
such an aspired extant
tongue teething
(voiced dental fricative as in ð, this)
 not tied

tried ten times, staying,


stood (or would've)

while longer lessons

listed, left


It's not easy to _____________
but this is how the __________
and when _________________

you do____________________
or if it

remember, he said, you are a good writer

i fed on this

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


a particle physic

is it

is   it
two persimmons
for the price of one walk
along the dark stream

odakyu suicide

LED at the station
reads accident

walking down the mountain

such sun
spun silk

all this
less than
one hour ago

didn't care
or thought it best not to.

Ono no Komachi

after her
a response that




is lost to

lives on


no more no less

Monday, October 24, 2016

Friday, October 21, 2016

Interdependent communities raise out of suffering and death. - Ernst Mayer

last quarter, orionid aftermath

revising memories of memory

the single human hair
that is our history

into this reflection of falling light

which leads back
into the light
that left us here.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

(the cultivation of)



(the division of)


Edo Meiji

Showa Hesei

Macarthur quartered

rice into washi

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Tama outflow


this fore

anglered as

an out into




as through





as it is moved



a raptor spurned, turns away
as crows murder fish

grebe and grey heron hunt as seine and spear

cormorant collapsing into river

a roost,

trembling wing-fluttering boughs and branches

waking, as rivers do

along water

(three siphons)

a Thames digger near Tama

children arrange stones and pick grasses

an ancient woman and two old men
gather walnuts


fat tick and black butterfly

Thursday, October 13, 2016


let go
in every direction
birth and aging
renew and reduce
is was will be

loose the tense of it

to see
to say
I was

that left its mark
between us

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

d u s s e h r a

Vijayadasami (Sanskrit: विजयदशमी) also known as Dussehra (Sanskrit: दशहरा) 
removing ten bad qualities within ...Vijaya or victory

Ahankara                          ego
Amanavta                        cruelty
Anyaaya                          injustice
Kama Vasana                  lust
Krodha                             anger
Lobha                              greed
Mada                               excessive pride
Matsara                           jealousy
Moha                               attachment
Swartha                           selfishness 


Monday, October 10, 2016

the grackle*, the emmet*

start and stare.

to fore, dretney.

grackle = Devon dialect for outsider
emmet = Cornish for outsider
dretney = Cornish pronoun. of directly

Sunday, October 9, 2016

His Gaelic forearms
Hebrew knees
a Kufi tress,
breath away.

Gert lush!

I   の

am his now

as dreams allow.

gert lush = Bristolian for excellent

Sunday, October 2, 2016


careful among the wide awake
you step the stream or
wing a short distance.

we, surprised by your
close yellow feet,
keep walking

three eyes, midnight, clay, sea
a channeled triangulation
above water

new moon

Saturday, August 6, 2016

All processes are out of my control. When one sees this with understanding, one is disillusioned with suffering.
20.279. Dhammapada

Will I lose everything?

It is the terror of uncertainty,
of doubt.

In the cool darkness of morning
I remember
everything was lost from the beginning.

Better to love the blinding light
the smell of cows and laundry
to savor bread
and singing
than to fill the mind
with hungry ghosts.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Wandering off, far and wide. Alone.
(3.37 Dhammapada)

Lizards swallowed a white horse.
There's a swallow as big as a bear in the cypress tree.

It's the light.
Magnifies, encourages optical misjudgements.

You can taste the bitter herbs in the olives here.

Nine times the bell strikes,
and the thin air flings further, wider than imagined.

The brutal blue sky!

f i r s t

I worked through midday exhaustion and came out into evening with them - words.
One following another.
Kurosawa cautioned work, work, word. Not to be afraid of something....what? Does it matter?
work, work, write.


Monday, July 18, 2016

pluck out desire, as one does a spent blossom.


and go
"Doubt can be as powerful and sustaining as certainty. When you are lost, you are not alone."

- Doubt (2008) film

Sunday, July 17, 2016

(waxing gibbous)

"One's own misdirected thoughts do more harm than any enemy or ill-wisher"

mispronouncing difficulty.

it's in the

Friday, July 8, 2016

the great doubt within
so thick you cannot see
so vast you wonder if you ever had anything
but this


Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Friday, July 1, 2016

Violence - Where is that man so restrained by shame that he avoids laziness like the racing horse a whip?

- Dhammapada 10.143

moon waning crescent


(eighty degrees at noon)

a sleepless night

stacking and diminishing insoluble pieces of

there is a risk of
this umbrous underneath
outlasting the

Saturday, June 25, 2016


Daughter is an old word
a bone
washed out of Afar or Transvaal
crept north
in a borne basket
changing constellations.

Here - her

bone I've found
on the shore of Calypso

made legs

It's cold to the _____
in Lund.

Still she'll run
to safety

as far as
as often as



Sunday, June 19, 2016

so far from turtle island

without halt or stutter

there's pain here
and growth

but in a different garment
than settlement

I found here shibori haori

each knot remembers net
that nearly drowns us

yet scattered hexagons
becomes turtles' backs
in another sea

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Monday, June 13, 2016

c o n t i n u i t y

mooring perpetually -

homeless woman at Noborito
basking in the morning light
her drink swollen calves and ankles
sun dark and reptilian

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

n a m b u l i n e s

for 2 days the 2 of us see a man enter the car
and peel off, discard the warning signs from the train doors

two doors open

beside us the monk giving dharma talk on the smartphone
next to the man reading asleep
next to the sleeping woman
head lolled so far back
I see her fillings


we pass Fuji but never see it

below us two buddhas are fishing

today we found a hornet dying

far from the flooded fields
two doors open

the scale oscillates
sleeping, awake
clearly we are damaged

all the while i hold the grip
and think of Jupiter's storms

Friday, June 3, 2016

d r e a m - ikura desuka

I'm two rivers. confluent westward and north.

I've drought, memento mori, scant ablutions.

My voice  sunken, liquid. 

How much 
is never said.

But it's there,  

underneath the bed of stones.

Even rivers drink salt tea. 


Thursday, June 2, 2016

2 d r e a m s


a gold ring
a yellow container

I cannot move your color from my mind


they are at the window, our friends
with a message
behind a curtain I am changing
I ask you to answer
but you are playing music
so loud
I can hear it through your headphones
I ask again and again for you to help me
to listen to their message
you glare at me

those blue eyes

I,  frantically pulling on clothes,
motion to the window
I can't hear you
I can't hear you
I try to turn off the machine and topple the player

you still staring

lift it up and throw it at me

Monday, May 9, 2016

your father working to the bone
brother at home

my country

losing  the middle of the middle (lost the lower years ago)

those of us that can leave

no future there where

it's a murk, work

less educated answers
and demagogic drudges
doing all the talking

Sunday, May 8, 2016

by the feet of the water


m a r i a 1

nones (novena)
stabat mater
reef (grief)
stele (stolen from)
you as twin (ma ríe)
nearly (you)

dying estuaries into
ossuaries -  twin burial
lose nothing but

you are (llorar)

longing for

la Dolorosa

Friday, May 6, 2016

Last night, while giving a lesson online, I felt visitors.

There were walking in the galley kitchen, opening the fridge, inspecting.

From the loft, they peered down, observing, reflected in the computer screen.

Yakata clad.


Indeterminate age.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

tracing track

He won't come back.

Shakyo shock me
into the out of to

the less so.
Help me let go of though.

Through is tough.

plucky rooster walks, advancing.


I cannot stop it
or anyone
chicken or corpse.

so why not step to grief?

what crows?

is it your life and your death?

what conflates?



to stay

simply  in this.

Friday, April 22, 2016


Wisconsin daffodils can teach us a thing or two about perseverance in the face of adversity. 

Mine have survived 2 hail storms and clumsy sleepy woodchucks.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

4 lines, 4 days

Abeunt studia in mores       pursuits become habits

Communis est linea            everyday a line

Doceret the                         It is oneself who is hard to teach.  12.159 Dhammapada


Sunday, April 17, 2016

Bhikku says abandon anger,
give up pride.

What is it, this, you?

Come away from doubt alive.

Bhikku says the rain cannot break into the mind
made meditative.
Desire remains
It always remains.

Anyone who has not been caught in a downpour is a liar.

Let the rain come.
Let us learn compassion for
even ourselves.

Not to do before doing is done a gift.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

rooms and rooms and rooms
I want 2
one for sharing with self and others
one for art

Thursday, April 14, 2016

it's nine o'clock. the world is walking and so am i.

I woke up keening for the fear of it.


I will make a barrow holding a lifetime of things underneath.
(including you, my love, a modest Tutankhamen)

I am the rising toward pilgrimage, adrift between three continents.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

first quarter

man feeds oats to hissing goose

an apology

Monday, April 11, 2016

Spring whispers from a brighter world.
expressed from delicate protuberances
canals of thin air
clouded cataracts rinsing the deep edges of


Saturday, April 9, 2016

house finches, two
moon waxing crescent
27 degrees

Thursday, April 7, 2016

if the particular isn't particular what is it?

the pain of (endings)

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

- Dogen

In the darkness before an April dawn, a male robin sings first one note, then another - descant, diminuendo, ascent. The sound so clearly signals light. It is a sound of light.

Thrush is the birdsong  familiar. It is also the common infection of throat and mouth, white over rosy-fingered, a yeasty crust. Cries! The subject sound is introduced by one to the other, a linked awareness of lift and pain. Joy and suffering met will be met, made as we are, endlessly.

What else endlessly to end and begin? How many languages, species, stars?

Death suffers life and life suffers death. What seems particular is hardly so. Mother Seen running  after headless dinner in the garden. Grandfather Swore in bed, bumped his head, and didn’t get up in the morning. Grandmother Asphyxia left a twin snail trail of bloodied knees. The comatose dims into the vegetative, even the strongest bodies are twigged and broken. 

I once found a motorcyclist’s foot, severed at ankle like an oxtail, still in its boot. 

We all fall down the chimney. Children know it so well.

Duck, duck, goose. Ring around the rosy. 

Ashes, ashes.

We fuel the liminal fire, inexhaustible. 

You, left in light filled rooms, are next, will always be next.


Mysteries ineffable. Why do friends we love leave, or we them?

Suffering. Stay with it, listen. Kindness is strength, and faultless. 

Can we  grow a life and readily dig into it?

Or baptised return to water, residual powder?


Under the earth is more earth, every sea a boneyard. 

the pain of (endings)
a cappella

(to an ear equivalent to)


108 cold notes


with the sun.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

B o s t o n

You called me kind tonight.
How much and secretly I needed to hear those words!

Prodigal son,
I leave you tenderness.

Do or don't remember me.

I will love you.


causes pain.

Scorn me
and I, torn,
remain convinced,

Fold further into suffering.

Facing desolation.

Open. Free.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

it is so quiet and beautiful here
the wind around cars
far boat
my breath
the key taps
the clock

a cough outside

dhamma says live free from hatred
live free

3 dreams after the fall (singh)

drifting off to the scent of almonds
slept, awaking weeping, slept again til dawn

one dream
undersea, a wounded deer
survives riptide
swimming parallel to shore

3 stones
in my mouth
humming, drumming with storm

the dhamma listing in the sunlit sea
I read death will come
(someone has died, someone is always dying)

Sunday, March 27, 2016

e a s t e r m e s s a g e

gáudii discámus et miseria

learn to love joy more than misery

lære at elske fryd mere end elendighed

aprender a amar la alegría más de la miseria

apprendre à aimer la joie plus que la misère

a fhoghlaim chun grá áthas níos mó ná brón

daha Fazla sevinç Öğrenmek değil sefalet


Nai  hisan Yori ōku no yorokobi o manabimasu 

고통보다 기쁨이 더 사랑을

gotongboda gippeum-i deo salang-eul

The more love, joy than pain

Kaṣṭālanu kādu Prēma svīkarin̄ci 

కష్టాలను కాదు ప్రేమ స్వీకరించి

To the people of Lahore - this is a call of defiance. 

ਪਿਆਰ ਪਾ ਨਾ ਦੁੱਖ

Pi'āra pāNā dukha