Sinful proclivities
Anxiety. Despair.
Politics is hideous
Highwater Everywhere

Try again with dailiness
Talk with my neighbors
Quiet conversation
That's a nice light saber!

                        Ole.

St. Therese and the little way
                    slowly
                     merci

If we are to spend our lives writing poetry
Then it seems to me
We ought to try to write great poetry,
Poetry that endures.

And if we endeavor to do that
We can be certain of two things:

1. We shall most likely fail.

2. If we succeed, we will never know it.

Once I was a teacher
Read books to the tweens
Flush. Holes. Hoot.
City of Ember. Things Not Seen.

Now I'm just a dad
Disability
One wish, O Life!
Please protect my 3

              xie xie ni

Black smoke in the Reno sky
                Billowing
                     Flow

My oldest son applies to college
Anxiously we wait
Dim sum in San Francisco
Near the Dragon Gate

Dream of destiny
Destiny not Fate
Let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late ...