daily life/art/culture/justice and how they merge, clash, & play inside my northern state of mind (set in Hokkaido and Minnesota)
(painting from www.atlasoftheuniverse.com_milkyway2.jpg) Guarantees Four a.m. my son awakens, stricken with a grief he cannot explain. His hands search like starfish for my mouth and eyes, his head burrows into my chest as if he wishes to be unborn again. What can I do for him except tell him I am here? All Will Be […]
(photo by me)
(photo by me) I AM LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET I am lost in the supermarket somewhere between the brussel sprouts and the tangerines, lost in the age-old parent-child debate over brand-name vs. generic, wavering between 100% organic and 100% genetically-modified, I am lost in a maze of an imagined life without you. You’ve already settled […]
(painting by me) Miroku (Buddha of the Future) Unformed air and cut ginger root voice of the in-between inhale and exhale, Miroku, a curious god to walk with toward distance drawn nearer step by step and every and any direction is Divine. The simple way to live tucked inside the pocket of her brown shabby […]