Sunday, July 28, 2013

Lemon Island

This week we spent the night on
Lummi Island. If you've read my 
you'll know it starts on Lemon Island.
The new book I'm writing now
also features Lemon Island.
In fact, remember this view:

This is where Roland films 
something strange in that tree.

Photos by Rustle.

Friday, July 26, 2013

summer reading

Every summer I end up going back 
to reading haiku. Reading Shiki right now.
Also, this travelogue by Harvey Manning,
where he takes a slow walk from Seattle, north.
Remember Basho on his long narrow road?

(By the way, the placing of the barcode 
must have been some librarian's joke.)

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Buson woodblock


A portrait by Japanese poet
Buson, 1799.

Saturday, July 20, 2013



Directed and Starring:
Rustle Frost
Photographed by:
Allen Frost

Thanks to the garlic greenhouse
at Joe's Garden, location shooting

For a similar photo-movie
from my posting on September 11, 2012

These three photos are bonus
director's cut title images:

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

reading this Friday

I'll be reading two stories this Friday
in Seattle...

Thursday, July 11, 2013

summer reading

I just started reading Stephen King's
new book Joyland. It's like going to
a summer night drive-in movie.
Also, it reminded me to add a
Ferris wheel to the novel I'm writing.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

2 Hs

Monday, July 1, 2013

12 Praises


Paul reminds me
to see the miraculous
to go each morning
looking for beauty


Thanks white daisies
for growing along the road
even in the things
people throw away


In the bathroom
at the bowling alley
a drawing of breasts
and someone has added
Do Something With Your Wife

Parking Lot Bouquet

Sunday morning
we ride bikes
around the big
square of tar
five raindrops
spitbugs and bees
we are busy
gathering flowers
enough to fill
a jar


After the lawnmower
dies next door
you could walk
on that silence
like a deep lush field
grown in the air


A new day
street painted
by the early rain
the smell of sea
and wet leaves


Writing poems
about the Buddha
and zen in some
little Ohio town
errands to do
the car parked
on hot tar


June rain
a robin
flies in front
flowers bent
bloom wet

Mike’s Wallpaper

Another masterpiece
500 blue flowers
hand painted
varnished yellow
to create the illusion
there’s a palace
in your rented room


Now every time
I look at the stars
I’m searching for them


In the garden
pulling out weeds
be careful moving
in their metropolis

Telephone Poles

The whole town
all our houses
connected by strings
knitted and pulled
from a ball of wire

On June 21, before Paul Piper left for China 
he asked me to write a poem of praise
every day.  These are the first twelve.
I usually write them first thing in 
the morning on the way to work.