Jun 1, 2021

2 poems, 1 of them for Pos Moua, 1969-2020

night deep as dark water   

wind that beats the trees with hard fists   

a late moon rise that catches me up 

with graceful hands and soft fingers  

night, be my sister   


It was spring when you climbed the karst mountains,

And the whole earth bloomed as you passed by.


for Pos Moua, 1969-2020

by Tikashi Fukushima

In the quietness, with nothing to accomplish, there is only direct experience.  

-Dogen Zenji

I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.  

-Lao Tzu


Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches


Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003


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