The above is from the book "Zen Flesh, Zen Bones". Below is one of my Chinese poems.
Biting north winds rage as snow swirls,
folks shelter in the warm café.
The library collects a wealth of learning,
yet can’t know when the sky will clear.
I lived several years in Asia including Japan, Philippines and two years as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Yemen. I've visited several other countries in Asia and Europe as well. These days I write poetry and create in various art media. Among the media I work in are printmaking, glass assemblage, papercraft, photography, paper mache and others.
My poems are in several chapbooks as well as in this blog.
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