PAINTING A dash of red, a stroke of blue Is my painting wonderful to view? No painting can be done in a rush Unless it is done by a magic brush. For an artist all his paintings are priceless But for a layman it may…

It’s just an old quart Mason Jar two-thirds filled with sand sitting in the corner, small shelf just above my desk as nondescript as artifacts go prominent display typical jar, ordinary sand, hand scooped by me – my hand, from shallow bottom Horseshoe Lake grandparents…

These illusions Which we’ve centered our lives Aren’t as concrete as we imagine. They aren’t as fixed As we’ve been taught They’re as fixed As a house made Off exploited labor Cutting corners On stolen land Easily destroyed by the earth’s Mighty winds and flames…

framed pastel mangoes farmers market in Hilo makes my mother proud  

Book in hand, eyes on page, Printed books, traditional And still very functional Even paper stiff with age. Eyes on screen, phone in hand Ebooks, newer, more compact Still are books, for all that Readers worldwide understand Fingers brush dots in groups Ears take books…