A mother’s kiss lovingly forgives the past, present, and future.
Personal Journal
Cycles
Death recycles life
Life recycles death
Changeup
We need rests called naps
and rests called play,
We need little moving rests
called getting away.
Vertigo
i think my body
is afraid of heights
because my mind
is already always
too dangerously
close to the edge
Mindfield
Worry is my worst enemy — an enemy I unleash upon myself.
Reasonless
there’s no reason
grief and hope
can’t be friends
Be light
Laughter is a feather. Anger is a brick.
Writing styles
After all these years I’ve finally pegged my writing style —
—“Ink marrow,” 2009
On the days I’ve had too much coffee, my writing style turns to overcaffeinated spiritual warrior.
—“Kiai!,” 2012
After thirty-four years of writing, I feel that I’m finally about to break free from my juvenilia phase. In a few
—“Self-taut,” 2019
Ageless
Walking: the most ancient exercise and still the best modern exercise.
Paying the price
Wisdom is expensive — paid in life and years.
Demurrer
A smile is the best defense against this offensive world.
Agone
Love stabs at loss with pangs of past happiness.
Fallen youth
my body’s lifelong dance with gravity
has turned to wrestling match