The First Hello (Poem #117)

This moment,

shall remain in my mind,

til the last second I can remember,

as one of the greatest moments of pure passion in my life.


Now isn’t that a sight (Poem #108)

The street burst,

clicks of heels,

dashing of dress shoes,

snuffling sneakers,

and the misfortune muffles of my flip flops.

I should have known better,

it rained,

I slipped,

and it really was a disarray of minute proportion,

yet to me,

if front of all those strangers,

that would be their one impression;

a foreign blond girl in trashy sandals falling on her ass in a puddle in the busy street of Tokyo holding a McDonald’s bag…

now isn’t that a sight!

Itsukushima Shrine (Poem #98)

Red and orange hide the blue sky,

each second they flood my vision,

soon it is all I see,

it overtakes the sight of the leaves and branches,

I become mesmerized,

focusing only on the next glimpse of red I will get,

holding onto the idea that they will never end,

then I turn and I see it with all of it’s glory.

No reds,

no oranges,

yet that is what makes it beautiful,

the contrast of stone to red,

and intricate marksmanship

to nature.


Fear the Dragon (Poem #93)

You only fear a dragon,

if you believe

it will breath fire,

on you,

instead of for you.