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FROM THE INTRODUCTION:
I began focusing much of my poetry writing on the Japanese poetic forms of haiku, senryū, and tanka at the beginning of 2012 as a therapeutic effort when finding myself in the midst of an illness. And I continue to write them even as I find myself, at the end of 2015, in the midst of wellness – their therapy for me being more calmative now than curative.
The Short Versesin this collection are all either haiku, senryū, or tanka, with those in the latter half of the section being accompanied by a titled photograph or drawing…
The Other Curses in this collection are poems and sayings following no particular form or convention – in other words, they are quite informal and unconventional. Some in this section are accompanied with a photograph or drawing; many are not.
I discover truth and meaning in the concepts of no mind, living in the now, non-attachment, and the angst of existence as found in the practices and philosophies and Zazen, Stoicism, and Existentialism. Additionally, I admire greatly the concepts taught by the late Dr. Wayne Dyer.
You may notice these conceptual influences laced throughout this collection…
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The lovely and loving wife and I made a quick visit to one of my most favorite spots on this ol’ very pretty but very petulant planet of ours to capture a few images of the Cherry Blossoms pre-peak. Peak blossom will be next week so you can be assured we will make a much less quicker visit then to capture the full bloom.
If you, too, would love to see Washington DC’s fabulous Cherry Blossoms, gifts of friendship to the people of the United States from the people of Japan many years ago, but are unable to make the trip, you can see them live via the awesome site earthcam.com. There you can point the lens to different areas, zoom in and out, and even capture a few photos of the beauty and wonderment for yourself.
Can’t wait until next week to see the trees in their peak, and to enjoy the annual National Cherry Blossom Festival in their honor.
It is with heavy but happy heart that I say goodbye to my old me – the novels, the poetry, the short stories, the haiku – and say hello to the new me!
A me that only wishes to blog about that which he loves most, not counting his lovely and loving wife and children, of course…
And that which I love most, not counting you know who, is My Dogs & Ramen!!!
Let’s face it, my writing efforts just aren’t cutting it. Have you bought one of my books?!
No, of course you haven’t.
So why deal with that stress and frustration when I can do something here that I truly enjoy…
And that is to embrace the inner Pet Lovin’ Foodie in me and begin posting pictures of my dogs and all the ramen joints that the wife and I love to seek out and enjoy!!!
So, without further ado, let’s get this party of a new blogging format started, shall we…
Since you all know my dogs Aurelius & Zeno, two loving but highly destructive Plott Hound brothers, I shall commence my new photo-blogging journey with a picture of Baltimore’s newest Ramen Joint TenTen Ramen
As I wrote to my friends on my private Facebook page, which probably didn’t include you, TenTen is hands down the best ramen joint my lovely and loving wife and I have had the pleasure of eating at in the States.
Yes, even better than any in New York City.
In following issues I will discuss the history of ramen (you cannot imagine how exciting and full of intrigue it is) and we will have an in-depth conversation with the man behind TenTen Ramen.
And because this blog is also now dedicated to my dogs as well as ramen, I will share a few shots of my boys with you.
I should add here that, even though I will no longer post literary things here, after reading more about the Clean Reader app, I have decided that I am going to endorse their efforts after all, instead of opposing them. The founders are good Christian people with good intentions. So, since I am no longer opposed to censorship in literature, I feel it is best for me to be more prudent with my photography and edit over that which may be offensive.
Well, I hope you are as excited about my blog’s new direction as I am. Wish me well!!!
Have a Pet-Lovin’ Food-filled day!!!™
[UPDATE: The title of this novel has been changed to INSIDE THE SKIN]
From the Dedication Page:
This book is dedicated to anyone — regardless of race, ethnicity, sex, gender and all its breathless facets, sexual orientation, non-sexual orientation, sexual non-orientation, spirituality or lack thereof, religion or lack thereof, nationality or lack thereof, political affiliation or lack thereof, occupation or lack thereof, education or lack thereof, good looks or lack thereof, height, weight, shoe size, or any other ways we have identified and implemented as means to compare and contrast and separate and segregate and relegate and rank ourselves as humans — who has ever once regretted his or her or their identity.
This book, then, is for us, all of us.
You can learn more here.
Time to dance
to songs symbolic of the age—
of the world
Beating pulsing writhing
we cast our blurred yet fixed gaze
on the burning flowers far below
High upon the roof of hell
as the flowers burn below
we dance and sway
with the blazed wind
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell
gazing at flowers
Newsletter Love (002-15) announces a contest of sort … a haiku contest. Must be a subscriber to enter and win. Read all the details here.
Poetic reflections on generational boundaries and the separation – the ridge – between the them as we knew them and the them as they were by the lovely and loving Megi of HappyNest in America…
Light of the Ridge Line
The field of sunrise just frost
Reflected my illusion of five-year-old chase the back of the grandfather
Grasp the straw hat
Toward the back of the grandfather out to mushroom picking
Grandmother would had over the heck what voice
As spoiled brat that can not ask if you started to say
Without even reply
My grandfather was aimed at intently mountain
The undergrowth of beech forest
The back of the grandfather stomp to make a sound
I chase earnestly
From interval of oak branches and leaves that smell of damp moss to stagnation
Also enters the afternoon sun that was leaning
Grandfather was performed progressing toward the front
On without looking back
West of the sky and spread large visible slightly
Holding up my left hand
Soft Komorebi is wrapped’s
As light to illuminate the evening of the ridgeline
And playing with larvae of the beetle
And listened to the chirping of birds flying
I picked the wildflowers
Until the grandfather of backpack basket is full
I blow the sound of Sasafue is
And might not reach the grandfather of ear
Also grandfather of microcosm
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And all this time I thought Jack Kerouac only had an affinity for the lovely and loving Megi of HappyNest in America, sleeping, and food.
Come to find out, he also has an affinity for the camera.
Or, to him, is it merely a pillow…