Driving in Japan is like driving anywhere else in the world; once you become accustomed to different traffic laws, signs, and a few idiosyncrasies, driving a car is driving a car. I’ve been driving in Misawa for about ten months and there are some things that have caused me to pause, think, and smile.
Archive for ‘Poetry’
The Bittersweet Tree
I wrote “The Bittersweet Tree” in 1988. It was always a favorite of my Grandmother’s. It was published in the quarterly magazine Sunflower Petals back in 1989. The poetry magazine was published by the Kansas State Poetry Society. I have revised it a few times since that first publication, but it is still pretty true to my original composition. I hope you enjoy my poem.
Snow Haiku 3
Another snow fall, another snow haiku. I look forward to spring!
Winter Haiku 2
Sometimes the best way to stay warm in northern Japan is to indulge in some hot street food!
Snow Haiku 2
We had so much snow overnight in Misawa, I was inspired to write another snowy haiku. I think I have shoveled more snow in the past two months than I have my entire life. I am more than ready for spring!
The snow just keeps falling here in Northern Japan. So, another wintery, snowy haiku!
A haiku about the bonds of a cat and her kitten.
In the spirit of Basho Matsuo, the first great Japanese poet of Haiku.
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.