Left OnI left a light on for youin the hallway by my dooroutside my roomit slips in enough that I can see iton the floorwith my eyes closedI see the hallway brightwith my left on lightand you shufflingwith your keysturning the lockyour quiet entranceI don't even hearWhen I awake I findI left a light on for youbut you wouldn't seewhy I would bother leavinganything, you said,afterall, I am alonebut it's not so dark
New Spring Haiku '11the clock moves forwardI find the old bananahidden in my roomsmokey winter roombut through the windowthe first sweet wind
Koan ExerciseHo Koji was leaving Yakusan, The latter ordered ten of his Zen students to see Koji off at the temple gate. Koji pointed at the falling snow in the air and said, "Beautiful snow-flakes! - they don't fall on any other place."At that time there was a student named Zen, who said, "Where then do they fall?"Koji gave him a slap. Zen said, "Koji, don't be so rough."Koji said, "If you name yourself Zen student in such a condition, Old En will never release you!"Zen said, "What then would you say, Koji?"Koji slapped him again and said, "You see with your eyes but you are just like a blind man. You speak with your mouth, but you are jus
Winter Crow Haibun I'm outside running late and I'm rushing. A thick veil of white fluffy flakes falls about me. I think about my class. I think about many things, but my class and stress, the stress of assignments, the assigned haibun for class. All of them swirl about me. All sounds and sights are muted. I approach the intersection that I cross to get to the metro. I can barely see the red light through the white snow. I listen for the roar of an approaching car engine and I hear nothing. I move to step off the curb, but I hear a crow scream from somewhere across the street. It's the only sound and very loud. I stop. I look for the crow in the branches of a tree on the opposite corner, but I can't see it. I pause at the roadside to really look for it. For a moment, I can hear the snowflakes crashing into everything: a quiet, continual, splashing sound. I see no crow. The red light turns green. There are still no cars in sight. I hurry on my way, but I am
from Empty Page SeasonsFallmy old friend visits!fresh kindling on the firebetween us~QI:the perfect thingto win at Scrabble~in the librarythe yellow leavessuspended in air~a gust of windand you'll rememberyou're not here~Winterthe cat on my lap-the warm winter sunthrough the window pane~I'm like a cat nowunless the neighbours hear mepadding through the house~performing tonightOrion and his clubof superstars~naked maple treesnuggle up with me undera blanket of stars~cold and starless nightexhaust from idle carslingers in the street~captured!in a frozen puddlethe distant moon~cold and shadow showcome out, come outwherever you arehidden sun~ Springwriting poems againthe steam rising from my teabores, risesand leaves~what was I thinking?I was writing poems againnow my damn tea's cold!~I'm going to missmy view of satellite dishesglistening in the rain~video game monkmasters meditationbutton combination~ Summera unique ringtonefor ea
I want to be a forest.Standing togethernear the house my mother lives in,knee-deep in snow,Taking pictures thatwe want to showhow deep we are.In the background, treesmy Grandfather plantedforty years agostrain under my focusing lens.I complain to youabout my camera,"Everything's all wrong."I make a film about a manwalking through the trees,panning and zooming in ona girl, on the Xs that markwhere the loggers will clear.In the city, streets crisscrosspaved inclines. Shadows from a chain-link fencemark the sidewalk by a school.In the pictures I have, you standamid a wood of blurred Xs.A camera covers your face.I try to imagine the straight rowsreduced to stumps. Later,the new growth coming in.Someday all plantations will be extinct.Someday all will be forest. AgainI try to focus, but it's wrong.If I look too long, I seeXs everywhere. Reflectionsin your camera lens.How do I tell you I want to standamong trees, unmarked?