While waiting on the bus. |
Outside of the Japanese food store there are potted plants. Some of them have white flowers, some of them have pink flowers. They are all beautiful. I am sitting in the ashes of American dreams and...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Aug 2009 14:14:00 GMT |
that path, never to return. |
in that cup you have drunk not love alone, but love and death together.the lovers held each other, life and desire trembled through their youth, and tristan said, "well then, come death."the same love...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:53:00 GMT |
some vision |
great blowing winds came across the dune faces, we were well hidden though.i came across some other paths that were not mine to take,i opened the door of the cafe as darkness was setting and the sun w...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 11:19:00 GMT |
His Holiness Dalai Lama Awarded Congressional Medal of Honor |
Yesterday afternoon HH the 14th Dalai Lama accepted the Congressional Gold Medal of Honor from President Bush. This is the highest award our country has to offer and pay...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 08:58:00 GMT |
Karma Triyana Dharma Chakra |
We crawled for two days across the east coast of station wagon america stopping only one night to sleep in a himalayan hotel room. My sister and brother, nephew and niec...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 23:21:00 GMT |
The Biographical letter to Jonie Didal |
It was a terrible day when they finally pinned Jonie Didal. I'd heard from Merlin Tadeski that they found him attempting to purchase a cup of coffee using...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 07:14:00 GMT |
FJP |
I can come to the library and watch a 4 year old bang on the keyboards but i can't check out a book.
Posted by on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 09:12:00 GMT |
comparison of a tranquil sleep to that of a slow dance |
in midsummer, a quiet homethere lies a dog who breathes so softlyhis master by his side they twitch and together moan quite oftenin dreams they have lived in dreams they have diedin midsumme...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 01:22:00 GMT |
collapsed wing of lone stutters |
in a dead dream night soul exhausted depraved of calories like exiles on fragile river beds where are you now fiend i'd trade in the memories of drunkards for a clean white lof...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 01:03:00 GMT |
Desperation Peak |
i looked out from the quietness of the mountain side. the clouds were throshing down blinky sunny shadows covering the little people down below, covering them in warm sssilk winds. they weren't carele...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 18:01:00 GMT |
