Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Monday, November 27, 2017

Thursday, November 23, 2017

It was for her a race against the rising tide of panic that came with this,

the present.

The present was not a gift.

It was a bitter stew of every small and large flaw she contained,

every stupid thing she had said, every error, anger, hurt inflicted and given.

To quiet her mind she found a mahjong puzzle,

solitaire, in the shape of a coal tug.

She played again and again for hours, for days, months,

pushed and pulled, towed through and against the panic.

144 pieces, an enigma of placement and chance,
heavy lidded hours
of subtraction strategies,

The distance closed down to 12 tiles,
and then no moves more,
not ever,
as if the tiles themselves,
dangerously close to extinction,

Avoid discovery.

Shuffle underneath.

Refuse to pair.

She couldn't win.

Four years after his death, she admitted defeat.


To live with that

to upend the inadequacy, to accept failure


to return, however painful, to now.

This is the solitaire that is.

I'm the boat in need,

upstream and cross-current,

pushed forward, tugged,


as one.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The life of a single day is better if one sees the rise and passing of things. 

8.113 Dhammapada

d i s r u p t i o n    ( d i s t o r t )


won't quit

delete complete. open. repeat.

no panic. no mind.

time to leave.

time for this to go.

so completely.

there have been others.


Tuesday, November 14, 2017

mahjong - the boat

Place, push, erase a tile, then another.  Listen to the invisible. The boat remains, in pieces.

The hull remnant, splintered mast.

the wreck drifts beyond salvage, a dream.

so calmly
the  hours


Saturday, November 4, 2017

キンモクセイ [ 氷 ]

The smell surround -  kinmokusei

October's days, lingering.

Sweet olive, osmanthus.

speaks    甘い amai sweetly

November's the wind, a mountain stinger.

Takao is drinking   氷 Kōri  i c e.



After killing mother (desire) and father (conceit) and two warrior kings, ..destroying the kingdom and its subjects along with it, the brahmin goes on  his way unperturbed.  Dhammapada  21. 294