Remembering Myself, Travestying Time…and Phonying towards Perfection



Ode to Life

The sadness of the days
Stretched out to all eternity
Striving, calculating, fizzled out days
That carve out your flesh in slow indeterminate years
And crush your bones with the weight of the earth, others’ feet, others’ strivings




A view from a train. A chapped, sun-dried terrain, yet amidst the rock bed of some non-existent river, the promising black-blue depths of water  …

(As a rule, I never use ellipses. However my poetry here, in case you didn’t notice, has surprised me so much, I must make an exception.)

A Haiku – by Issa

Seeing that I’m old

even the mosquito whispers

closer to my ear

— Kobayashi ISSA

“Haiku 01- Basho”

The winter storm
hides in the bamboo
and becomes silent


“When an underground train … stops too long”

When an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about

T. S. Eliot. “East Coker.”

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