I woke up from a dream before daylight. I’d dreamt I tried to make a living plant Into a work of art. It didn’t work. Trying to make it sculpture-hard it died. I was in a room with many artists Who were more successful than … Read More →
Monthly Archives: March 2012
Sonnet 67: I used to clean cat vomit up but now
I used to clean cat vomit up but now I don’t unless it’s in the path I walk Otherwise it can stay unlike broken Glass or garbage with day old fish in it. In less than an hour or less than that The cat comes … Read More →
5 American Poets
The five poems and poets that follow are for English or ESL teachers who are looking to do a class with some poetry. I made videos to go with the poems just for the fun of it, but also to provide some visual food for … Read More →
Sonnet 25: My cat and I play chasing each other.
… My cat and I play chasing each other. He jumps while I write and then stretches out Full length in back of the warm computer To claw my hand when it comes in sight. Ouch! Ow! I say but Cachito doesn’t care About a … Read More →
Homesickness by Min
… It is a flying bird without feet but never gets tired It is a strong tree without roots but never turns weak It keeps disturbing wonderful dreams Hence souls wander forever … Min was a student of mine during my Wuhan University stay in … Read More →
Sonnet 22: The fortunate fish escaped from the net
The fortunate fish escaped from the net Knows what it is like to go to heaven. Is life the net? Is that what Buddha meant? Are the holes in the hands the nails nail in Not only bleeding, but open, the wound The way out? … Read More →
Sonnet 19: My hands are numb and yet the sun is bright.
My hands are numb and yet the sun is bright. It’s early spring when death becomes alive. Crows caw, geese honk and the mallards quack at The pond. The ice is gone but at the back Of the barn there still was snow to be … Read More →
Sonnet 43: You do not tell a snake which way to twist
You do not tell a snake which way to twist Its limb nor cats where they can or can’t walk. And the same holds true for the sonnet, its Thoughts are its own. Through me you hear it talk Say what it wants. I’m the … Read More →