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Sunday, December 23, 2012

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

433
eating lunch
on an ordinary Sunday
I think of dying

Even cowards become heroes, as facing death is the ultimate act of courage.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Thursday, May 10, 2012

408
departing between
blue sky and birdsong
not a trace

departing between
blue sky and birdsong
I become a cloud

departing between
blue sky and birdsong
not here, not now

departing between
blue sky and birdsong
I turn inside out

departing between
blue sky and birdsong
a feather floats away


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

407
remember
over
my
dead
body
406
death. . .
I used to care
but things have changed

~ after Bob Dylan
406
stop
in the name of love
or death
405
death. . .
will now take
your questions
404
dust to dust
and no longer
needing to
403
nothing to lose
I ferry across the river of dreams
and disappear
402
there's one way out
the teen with thick mascara
says:  die
401
I want to depart
right through the center
of birdsong

400
clip clok clip clop
I think I know
who's coming

Sunday, April 29, 2012

399
death poem
putting it down
gently

398
just like that
I close my eyes
and dissolve
397
my niece wants to know
where to return
the gift of life
396
faster
than a speeding bullet
the grim reaper
395
called home
by a crow
with one eye


394
morning headache--
all that remains
of my death dream
393
uncooked tofu
dad never asked me
where I want to be buried

    ~ after Fay Aoyagi
392
at the end
her small hand
in mine

391
not yet
on the calendar
my leave-taking

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Sunday, January 1, 2012

373
New Year's Day
oh, to be carried again. . .
by casket

Happy New Year (2012) to one and all!

Best wishes,

Robert