A Hair Story

On April 1st I shaved my head. The next question I get is, why? Here is my answer to that. Keep on keeping on my friends, these are crazy times we are all in together. Hopefully the sight of my naked noggin’ might give you a little laugh.

Roadkill

Say a prayer for every animal finding their resting place on a concrete grave. Constant casualties of a faster age.

Mountain Road

Poem conspired in a forest, the only place that makes sense.

Quarantine

Hello world. Here in Japan we’ve had the reality of the coronavirus for months now. Life goes on. Hang in there.

Push My Buttons

Self-reflection on self-love. Who am I?

Thanksgiving

Spending Thanksgiving away from Canada brings a whole new meaning to the holiday. When you realize that giving thanks is not about the traditions you have but the traditions you make.

Ghosts

The ghosts in Japan are many, their spirits trail you when you least expect it. Their songs tickle your ears, just when you think you are alone.

Every Day With You In It Becomes An Event

Nothing makes a better muse than love, in all its forms and fortunes. Thank you for being my muse for the past few months, you will be missed.

Hanabi

Fireworks in summer festivals define summer in Japan for me. A carefree and childish time, you forget, then you forget.

To Not See Is Not Blindness

Mist, white as patiencedevours the mountains slowlyProud cedars, resigned to their fateaccept what they have comingEven as their comrades disappearEven as they swim,up to their necks,in the pale unknowingEquanimity, they breathe, into the silent surroundingMy body is glued into this momentif I peel away now I will forever be less like a sticker worn down …

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