I never wrote a book
Little poems for me
Chicago to Seattle
1993

I miss her yes I do
Miss her desperately
Florida has the rain
Florida - xie xie ni

I seek, Ms. Susan Meek
Your gentle voice is kind
San Francisco Zen
Bangkok Buddhamind

Slowly growing older
Keep them in my heart
Save me, Senyorita!
Save me, sacred art!

Boredinary, Maryland
Slowly day by day
Red Pine's Road to Heaven
Silent is the Way

Boredinary, Maryland
Rain is what she say
Living leaves me low
Nothing gold can stay

           my my hey hey

Fatherhood is difficult
Slowly. Step by step.
Worry, worry, worry
Please keep them safe.

              O Life!

I don't understand women
They don't understand me
One summer in Stockholm
Beauty Baltic Sea

Will I die alone?
In Dublin meant to be
Coastal California
Please protect my 3!

Depression. Patience. Waiting.

Daily life
Ordinary
     Slow

Walking all alone
In Seattle snow
1993
One man to Overthrow!

Ride those ferry boats
Quietly I know
Skyline on the horizon
Yoko yo yo yo yo!

Fondly little Reno
Big blue sky by day
Aging aging aging
Can't find words to pray

Lake Tahoe in the winter
Such a lovely sight
Drive the team for basketball
Gatsby's green light

                         Ole!

American Chaos
      Patientia
          Sleep

depression
  patience
       yo

Kyoto train station
            Night
            Rieko

I wish I was a shaman
And not just bipolar
I'm tired. Exoplanets!
Rainfall in the night

Yes, I'd like to ...
And I'd like to hold her
A little rock n' roll
A little morning light

                 Well, alright!

thunderstorm arrives
        quiet library
            patience

softer than the rain
    misty mountain
              blue

1992-93
Seattle
   JVC

The library is quiet
My son does his math
Dr. Cohen is a scholar
Trump is a psychopath

I don't read the Bible much
But yes, love is patient and kind
Tokyo to Kyoto
In Bangkok Buddhamind

                strange design

No one important
Boredinary Maryland
             hope ...

Depression again
I swing low
         Patience.

Not much. Solitude. Sigh.

3 young sons
Gratitude
Slowly forward
Day by day

China Ocean
Tasty food
3 young sons
Si. Xie Xie.

I've traveled around a bit
I like the Pacific Northwest
San Francisco Bay
Qualyxian Quest

This library is quiet
Math for my son
Tired. Exoplanets!
Maybe Trappist 1

      un pequito fun

The world is a kind of madhouse
The religions are quite crazy
San Francisco Bay
Sky gone brown and hazy

I'm still fond of Reno
Tahoe in the snow
Seattle misty rain
Yoko yo yo yo yo!

                         West!

Boring daily life
The struggle and the strife
Courage for my sons
Calm for my wife

Libraries in silence
Protected from the violence
Solitary reading
Let us rise and go hence

                     Ole!

Basketball since I was very young
My son watches the NBA
3 hard tacos
Ordinary day

We'll go to the library later
Do a little math
America is lost
Trump's a psychopath

                       Slowly.

The conservatives are afraid of gay people
And folks who are not white
Time tick tocks
Gatsby's green light

I long to ride a ferry boat
Stare out at the sea
In Seattle softly snow
In Dublin meant to be

                     We.

I'm tired and I'm lonely
I age without a woman
Boredinary Maryland
Take care of my sons

Will I die alone?
Will I die in pain?
Will I be forgotten?
I ride the Downbound Train.

                 Drifting ...

Troubled soul
Rock n' Roll
Fear and Hope
Francis Pope

    Patientia.

Once I was a teacher
Teaching Robert Frost
This life is a Maze
Often I feel lost

Now I'm just a dad
Please, life, protect my 3
Snowfall in Seattle
In Dublin meant to be

                   Si.

little poems
  little way
    xie xie

Death bearing down
   My desperation
         Through!

Quiet desperation
Falling through the days
Sleep, grateful sleep
This life is like a Maze

Sweetly San Francisco
Kyoto for the Zen
1987
3710

                   Amen.

Just dailiness
To and from high school
We talk a little while
Dinner. Clean my car.

       Exoplanet star!

My desperation
       Clinging
             72

Try to resist myself
Fail. Try once more.
Quiet afternoon
Inner Harbor Baltimore

Gratitude for sleep
Days with my son
Memories of taxis
Taipei 101

               Night!

No one important
Days alone
Little poems
Black cell phone

University of Chicago
Rolling Stone
All roads
Lead to Rome

Dailiness
With its good and bad
Gratitude
For my dad

Endurance
To do my best
Hope and Fear
Qualyxian Quest

Bipolar disorder is good for society.
It's the way society creates new things,
especially new music, poetry, and art.

But it's bad for the person who has it,
which is why so many of them **** themselves.

No perfection in Samsara
Troubled daily life
3 beautiful sons
1 ****** wife

Rise. Fall. Rise. Fall.
Get him off to school
Dr. Cohen a scholar
Harold Bloom a fool

Chinese food today
I say xie xie ni
San Francisco Dragon Gate
In Dublin meant to be

Just to do my best
Go down, Go down kind
Trappist 1, Just begun
In Bangkok Buddhamind

                     Find?

Little conversations
Daily life
Middle son
****** wife

Susan Meek
Middle school
Noble Cordelia
King Lear fool

Do my best
Take my rest
Exoplanets
Qualyxian Quest

             Yes.

The continuity of life
And the inevitability of death
I would hold her close
Caress her gently. Breath.

Aging is lonely
Please protect my dad
Courage in the Dread
Sweet Sir Galahad

                  hope.

Paid my rent today
Had a little breakfast
Took my son to school
Please to get him through

Kyoto train station
Deer park in Nara
Kamakura Buddha
Sophia U.