Poetry: Touch of The Wild

A touch of the wild resides with us all Our soul-songs resonate with nature’s call Instincts stirred by nameless scent trails drifting in the wind Rise from ancient gray-green mind-mud Nostrils flare and pulse quickens The net of consciousness far cast into the wild landscape Subconscious skills engage gathered sensory echoes Body hairs bristle at …

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 3-4

Canto III – Luminous Clarity My downstairs neighbor sweetly strums the Guzheng after Sunday breakfast The radiant music flows through the cement floor into my tiny cloister In the room next to me, my future wife teaches English to anxious middle school students preparing for their monthly exams Their critical class rank measured down to …

Ode to My Kite Soul

This body in which I live has ripened to maturity Once supple flesh strains against the yoke of time Outflowing years sculpt my well-seasoned visage Every day I open my eyes is a good day My essence is ever-reaching beyond this tangible frame Entering the green tabernacle I unpack my kite soul Folded within my …

Rapture on the Shore: A Sonnet

A lone spirit wanders the foamy line Heart adrift, floating between sand and sea Trod shattered mountains and slick gems of brine Timeless messengers take my soul to thee Mortal coil spun between heaven and earth Escape the unreal web of illusions Draped over my innocent eyes since birth Uncover the mystic in seclusion Touching …

Winter’s Final Interlude: a poem

The songbirds’ fanfare has sounded Winter’s frosty interludes last days not weeks Hints of green speckle the dry, golden grass While daylight’s performances grow longer The rustle of cracking seeds and curling roots Resounds beneath the thawing ground Rejuvenated souls stir from their slumber And pull back their immaculate blankets Warm breezes join hands with …

Dante’s Fire Escape: the passing of a great poet/publisher/artist/man

Poetry is a flower of an instant in eternity… Poetry can be heard at manhole covers, echoing up Dante’s fire escape. Lawrence Ferlinghetti Lawrence Ferlinghetti passed away this week at the age of 101 years old. Ferlinghetti was a poet, publisher, painter, and co-founder of the very famous City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco. He …

Luminous Lotus of Love: a Poem

Floating in my lotus boat Drifting on the cosmic sea Upon my soul I wrote This vow of love to thee Sail into the sparkling light Guided by my compass heart I find there my lovely sprite And a loving world does start We two are one forever Nothing can break us apart Together we …