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No Hard Feelings

“No Hard Feelings” is an inspiring folk ballad about finding peace in dying. The Avett Brothers ask: “When my body won’t hold me anymore. And it finally lets me free. Will I be ready?” and…

Momiji

Recall, in your mind’s eye, this sight: two white-shirted figures
      exploring the October hills above Nagasaki. enjoying the freedom
            to talk unencumbered. “Sometimes,” you said,
                  “I think nature has a way of playing Bach to itself.”

A Little Death

I was fasting that day when we went out into the farmlands
around Nagasaki, looking up referrals. After hours of walking,
we found ourselves on a ridge looking down on rice fields
      and a tiny village

Crossing Over

Sun-dappled redwood mist
      bandtails flush, wrentits call through fiery green walls.
Chattering hikers returning from the still-inaudible sea
blindly pass a doe in the ferns.

Some Stay

Not all birds fly south
when leaves flame then
fall and nights turn
cold and daunting.

Layover

The mystery of flight times and of paths
that pierce the sky, scarring the flesh of heaven,
hangs just above and gently seeps into
this temple to the god of taking trips;

at my house

at my house we
don’t talk about Mom
and no one knows why

A Modest Paraphrase of Alma 30:44

All things denote there is a God, even the carpet, and
the tile, and the television. Tele- meaning “at a distance” plus “vision.” And yet the
toddler places his palm directly on the screen, patting the prophet’s

Rumination: Time

What is like grating cheese? Hard
to begin with vehicle before tenor
but perhaps Samson’s falling locks.

Rumination: Love

After passing another
I’ve been implored a
so fine. I will. This
my pinkie toe to my