Archive for the ‘writing’ Category



A new poem of mine is circulating in the latest issue of the online poetry journal, Truck. Edited by Jane Joritz-Nakagawa, the collection — titled The World is Not Enough —  features work by Jelena ANDJELOVSKI, Maxine CHERNOFF, Yoko DANNO, Anne ELVEY, Marcus GRANDON, Natsuko HIRATA, Cynthia HOGUE, Kiyoko OGAWA, Steven SEIDENBERG, Jeffrey SIDE, Hideko […]

hanami verses


When the cherry blossoms all fall from the trees they group together in massed piles, a kind of strange writing on the dark ground which can almost be read but yet somehow is impossible to transcribe.  In this season, verses want to be written and lines drop through the air, linking together in drifted quatrains. […]

plum poems


This year’s spring renshi (連詩) — linked poetry — written in rounds by Kiyoko Ogawa (小川聖子), Yoko Danno, Goro Takano (高野吾朗) and myself.  It’s time for plum blossoms. 1. こちふかばにほひおこせよ梅の花主(あるじ)なしとて春を忘るな 菅原道真 when the easterly wind blows send me your scent, ume blossoms, never forget the spring even if your master is far away from Kyo. […]



July 7th is Tanabata (七夕) in Japan.  Tanabata celebrates the annual meeting of the celestial lovers Orihime (the star Vega) and Hikoboshi (Altair), who are only allowed to meet once a year.  Here’s their story, as told by that never-exhausted fount of knowledge, Wikipedia: Orihime (織姫 Weaving Princess), daughter of the Tentei (天帝 Sky King, […]

wisteria blooms


A month or so ago I took the train to Kyoto to meet up with the poets Kiyoko Ogawa (小川聖子) and Yoko Danno in order to go wisteria viewing and write renshi (連詩), or ‘linked poems.’  This particular series starts out with a verse by Masaoka Shiki.  Later, the poet and novelist Goro Takano (高野吾朗) joined […]

About a year ago the excellent Petals and Bones zine/website asked me to do an interview with them.  When they changed servers the interview disappeared for awhile, but now it’s back up and you can check it out right here.  Originally, it featured the image above — a self portrait taken in the bathroom mirror […]

Rose Hill “How do dead people pee?” asks Meri, tapping the car window, her face a scrambled word search. We are driving past Rose Hill cemetery. I look in the rear-view mirror. Meri’s question is serious, no joke. But I wonder if it’s healthy for a kid four years old to think about dead people. […]