A prose poem and a watercolor I painted as I process the loss of my laokik father, visiting the beach...
I am a servant called to the banquet not to eat but to feed the guests...
There is the miracle of a sleeping seed forgotten under the earth...
Be alert! A creaking board Breaks the still night, A thief has entered the house He is hiding in a...
Our ship sails on the open sea Towards a promised shore Yet the sailors have left star-watching and the ship...
The month of January In Scandinavia The sun rises lazily at eight...
Driving by golden wheat fields in late summer my eyes were drawn by brilliant scarlet poppies dancing with the wind...
Love shines cool like the Moon and lightens the dark earth for all Passion fire consumes all reasoning and logic...
I am a small leaf On this spreading tree Catching sunlight To feed sweetness To the roots...