Poem: The Sea of Mortality

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. – Oscar Wilde Our body-vessel carries our spirit Atop the crests and troughs of time The vast cerulean sea of mortality Challenges convictions and shatters delusions The fabric of ephemeral awareness Propels the seeker ever-onward Vigilant eyes and resolute hands …

Not Lost in Translation

He who neglects to drink of the spring of experience is likely to die of thirst in the desert of ignorance. – Li Bai (Greatest Tang Dynasty poet: 701AD -762 AD) I got some great news this week. One of my poems – a Haiku – is going to be published in an upcoming issue …

Sonnet to the Rosy Dawn

The golden chariot of rosy dawn Appears over the deep indigo sea Her team of swift radiant steeds drive on As sweet serenity swirls around me Eternal goddess bringer of daylight Arrives upon a salty perfumed breeze Bright visage scatters the demons of night While her warm embrace sets hearts at ease Eos, shining sister …

Poetry: Soul Outpost Cantos 1-2

Canto One: Divergence of Paths Gleaming field of white marble monuments Mom’s with Presbyterian cross She will eternally bunk with her sailor boy When he lays himself down to sleep Accompanied by my two beloved daughters I visited the day before leaving for China A remnant of preserved plums Blessed before Chinese ancestors’ tomb Delivered …

Prose Poem: At Sunrise

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear – Norman Maclean (A Prose Poem) Waking in the predawn hour, while the land slumbers, a transcendent power drifts through the sky. Mysteries cavort in the twilight zone between night’s end and day’s start. It is an indeterminate time for which there is no specific term. The …