Poem – My Love

itty-bitty,
teensy-weensy,
teeny-tiny,
itsy-bitsy.

that’s how
my love has been,
always.

itty-bitty,
teensy-weensy,
teeny-tiny,
itsy-bitsy.

Poem – Funeral

men in black,
women also.
I’ve seen them a couple of times
since I was a kid,
and some more
till I die.

Poem – Winter Garden

Winter garden

The moon thinned to a thread

Insects singing

Poem – Wrapping Dumplings

Wrapping dumplings in

Bamboo leaves, with one finger

She tides her hair

Poem – Wrapping The Rice Cakes

Wrapping the rice cakes

With one hand 

She fingers back her hair

Poem – What Fish Feel

What fish feel

Birds feel, I don’t know

The year ending

Poem – Year’s End

Year’s end, all

Comers of this

Floating world, swept