Category: Poetry

I didn’t know Mary Oliver before, after Elana Wolff told me that my work, There is a Mary Oliver-like feel of ‘merging with nature’ captured in simple diction and similes, and unusual images…I started to read Mary. I was amazed by her feelings toward Nature, all kinds of creatures. so humble, so easily blending…
I guess we all connect with a true feel for the power of nature and the healing strength of wildness. as Roy MacGregor said.

Or other published haiku:

the moon so pure
a meandering river carries it
as I watch

Visiting ZenRiver Gardens

new year’s eve
sizzling with firecrackers
my mother’s dumplings

tea turns cold–
an empty mailbox
this winter afternoon

…Trip to Cuba / My Trip to Cuba (Photos and haiku)

 Ed Baker ‘s drawing!  I think these two poems of mine match it. Right? 

early spring
I doze off
someone else’s butterfly          

     Poem: In the Mind of Tao

Ed Baker’s art

You are here,
there, both
ever and never.

I am the butterfly,
you are the dreamer.
You breed wings
so I can fly.

But I prefer to be a fish.
My life in you
a drop
of water in a river

not air or wind
between somewhere
and nowhere.