This stray semi-official basketball rolled into our parking strip huddled up to the marigolds in their last gasp of fall. I took a sharpie to…
Poems
I lived near the Bainbridge Island WWII Nikkei Exclusion Memorial and wrote this Haiku about that time. Find more information at https://bijaema.org/.
At night I would lie awake in the roll away bed in the far corner of the living room in the two-room apartment dominos still…
These books, river voices, haiku from hikes and climbs, family reflections, a climbing history and photographs, words brought back from the mountains. ‘River Voices’ are poems from my