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
Walking: the most ancient exercise and still the best modern exercise.
Wisdom is expensive — paid in life and years.
A smile is the best defense against this offensive world.
Love stabs at loss with pangs of past happiness.
my body’s lifelong dance with gravity
has turned to wrestling match
with each passing year
spirit becomes more asset
body, liability
if all a bird knows is flying
but one day on the edge of a rooftop
realizes he’s afraid of heights
do his wings feel heavier
does his brain swirl around
with the vertigo of fear? —
and if all I’ve ever known
is fear,
when I find inner peace
will my soul grow wings?
Can a good person be both a tree hugger and a book lover, when one has to be murdered to create the other?
Perhaps age is just youth
— old and improved!
If you don’t know anyone who has it worse than you, trust this —
Stretching oneself too thin is the disease of modern life — letting oneself
Satire is merely pointing out that roses have thorns, and that we can’t