This egg was a shell cast under a spell no route, no stout, no bell merely an inanimate object in an embryo waiting for life and moving to and fro   How many embryos do you notice and not see? how many inanimate objects do…

    Turning pages in life’s tome, I rewind, ten pages back, of the past Inexperience, insults, the thriller unfurled, a few follow like shadows, ever near, some hang-out me, whispers in my ear. Day after today, they are saying, brighter than the past, on…

Life has been full in my fortunate, charmed life. Some hard spots, of course. Balanced, or maybe over-compensated by the favors. A decade ago, unemployed and a bit old to expect another offer. I learned about an opening that would not pay well, but would…

10 years ago… where even was I 10 years ago? Oh.   I remember now   Finally crawling out of my ghost form that I had taken on to keep myself safe and free of any attachments lest I had to flee again   Not…

The Forecast Turbulent seas washing over the shore Day after day, the waves crashing more So much the uncertain, so much the unplanned The currents washed quickly, unable to stand Fall down to your knees, then stand up once more To just lose your footing…

Above: prompt image As I left I told an exhibition steward *how* I saw it The paper The threads The impossibility of it – flying – floating – Held motionless Yet ceaselessly moving in a way that, to me never ceased to loop, to move,…

A few days ago I turned seventy seven. As my family celebrated around me, I realized that in ten years I will be eighty-seven, almost ninety. My two youngest granddaughters will be fourteen, almost seventeen. When I was seventeen, I don’t remember thinking “what will…

They told me I was wasting time When I could just beg for change While I sat at the computer Writing poems for a page That had yet to exist, you see I’d not yet found the strength To give my writing to the world…

    I am a missing part of something that’s already lost. I missed myself the most. As young as twenty but felt like thirty. I hope, I am happy at thirty …   I lost father a few weeks back, My voice still cracks….

4am Poem 2 Some Graces About ten years ago a teenaged young man smashed into a pole on Honoa’piilani Hwy driving home late from work. He left his body immediately. There are some graces. White gloved I drove him to his home , Lahainatown down…