The snow just keeps falling here in Northern Japan. So, another wintery, snowy haiku!
Greg VessarI love music, I love to travel, and I love to write. My blog "A Thousand Miles from Kansas" combines all three. I am a Kansas boy and an educator on sabbatical. I have lived in many places around the globe and I currently live in northern Japan. Journey with me as I combine my loves of music, travel, and the written word as I navigate through life.
Tokyo Part Two: Sumo!
After rocking into the night with Slash featuring Myles Kennedy and the Conspirators, it was now time to experience the traditional Japanese sport of Sumo! We attended day six of the fifteen day January Grand Sumo Tournament 2019 in Tokyo, Japan.
Tokyo Part One: Slash!
Slash featuring Myles Kennedy and the Conspirators was a completely different concert experience. It seemed as though all rules were tossed aside and everyone just rocked!
A haiku about the bonds of a cat and her kitten.
The Ten Best ABBA Songs Ever!
I submit to you my top ten ABBA songs. This list is strictly my own and based entirely on my own opinion of what makes a good ABBA song. I encourage you to comment on your favorites!
As a fan of the Swedish group ABBA, I was excited to learn that they will embark on a reunion tour this year. But I have to ask, what’a an ABBAtar?
In the spirit of Basho Matsuo, the first great Japanese poet of Haiku.
Island of Lost Toys
When I lived in Kurashiki, the Bikan Historical District was a place where my wife and I liked to indulge in quiet, reflective walks or meet friends for drinks and dinner. A few years ago, I traveled back to Kurashiki, Japan to visit a friend and I had the opportunity to revisit the Bikan. I only spent two days wandering it’s narrow streets, but I took copious notes and began writing about my experience. Since then, I have written and rewritten this piece several times. This is my latest revision.
I Saw Elvis Today
In 1993, I found myself in line at a post office to get the new United States Postal Service’s first ever Elvis Presley postage stamp. Only twenty-nine cents back in the day. I remember it was a madhouse with people dressed as Elvis. I saw “Blue Hawai’i” Elvis, “Aloha from Hawai’i” Elvis, and all manner of Elvis in between! But what really caught my eye was a little nine year old boy, totally decked out in Elvis attire complete with white jumpsuit, sweeping hair, gold-rimmed sunglasses, and a guitar.
A poem about an experience I had on the island of Ebeye in the Republic of the Marshall Islands in the middle of the Pacific. A Marshallese friend once told me that the Pacific has no memory. I wrote this poem in 2001, but it has always haunted my thoughts. It has many revisions, but this is the current one I like the most.