who did you say you are?

Because the lightning plays the lyre,

the earthquake moves layers of thoughts,

come let’s write a dissertation


together, a geometry of one,

not endless me, or endless you,

we can be endless we.


We can’t be known for elegance

but we can cross streams eating cherries,

our lips purple and sweet and  enthralled.


photo: Scientopia Discovery Center in Napa, CA






“Run and be free. 

Look both ways 

before crossing the street”.

My instincts 

but sometimes I forget.

I’m so absorbed

with Jack Kerouac’s On the Road

or when I’m in the middle

of a thousand projects

and I’m running

through “a maze

of twisting little passages”. 


It’s not all these things.

I have changed 

since the cherry blossoms.

When I see any flower

my memory of you returns.


an inspiration

“Life is beautiful, extremely beautiful. And when you are old you appreciate it more. When you are older you think, you remember, you care and you appreciate. You are thankful for everything. For everything.”-Alice Herz-Sommer


Alice Herz-Sommer died yesterday.She was was thought to be the world’s oldest survivor of the Nazi Holocaust.

listen to her: http://youtu.be/LrXHcQyixTE




where did you go

What if I slumber
and you appear in my dream
and you look my way
should I wave
to catch your attention?
If you are looking the other way
should I call your name?
But I don’t know your name.
I remembered you
walking under the cherry blossoms
that seemed so long ago.
Your beauty which I could not deny
was not what I remembered
but your face, a smile,
a mysterious smile
that remained in my heart.
I didn’t see you again.
I visited the cherry blossoms 
and waited
 but you didn’t return.
Maybe if  I dream