Ankle Accolade

Ankle Accolade Tons of marble teeter on crumbling ankles.After six hundred years of valiant balancing,Michelangelo’s David wobblesAnd reminds me, I owe my creaking ankles homage. They have given me decades of ecstatic jumping,High skipping,Dances from tap to hula,Meandering hikes,Deep swims,Long runs,Leaps off cliffs into heaving ocean. Now, after seventy winters, simple walksAnd occasional twisted yoga

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Time to Forget

Time to Forget Six weeks is enough time to forget My hybrid car needs gas, My hair isn’t naturally brown, My face has scars, I hate my enemies, I’m shy, I love sugar, I smoke. When compelled, I fill my gas tank, surprised. I dye my hair, disgruntled. I admit to my flawed face, humbled.

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Grieving with Underwear

I’m sure I am not the only person who has turned to underwear for solace while grieving. The day after my mother died, on a frigid January day in Seattle, I desperately dug through Mom’s closet to find her wool socks and long-johns. I had hurriedly arrived from Honolulu and shivered uncontrollably. My other siblings

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Alarm

I give regular tours at a contemporary art museum. One day when I enter the museum, I hear the dreadful sound of a car alarm coming from a back gallery. It sound like the classic one that came out twenty years ago or so.  You would recognize it instantly: a screeching sound track alternates every

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Cliff Jumping

Standing at the edge of a cliff, I gage the expanding swell of a wave as it pushes its apex up the rock wall. If I catch the surf at its highest, I jump about thirteen feet. If I miss it, I plunge twenty-five feet or more. I’m wary. When the water upsurges to its

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Punxsutawney Phil

Punxsutawney Phil, a handsome groundhog with a long aristocratic nose, scuttled backward into his hole when he felt the ground tremble with Black Wolf’s approach. “Wait a minute, Phil,” howled the sleek Black Wolf who had been tracking the large rodent for weeks. Black Wolf’s fur coat shone in the moonlight, illuminating the stars and

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Ms. Gecko

In a lush park, I was shocked to spy a lime green gecko standing still against a bright red palm stalk, like a living Hawaiian Christmas tree ornament. Why would that gecko stay there, easy pickings for a mongoose to gobble? Mesmerized, I stared a long time because I have recently come to understand that

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Lucky Me

In daily life, I regularly heard tirades of complaining from people around me, and also from radio and TV. It seemed the more years I accumulated, the more polarized voices became, bitter and divided. Over time, I gravitated toward more positive friends and turned off the radio and TV when they veered into sensationalism-most of

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Hall of Mirrors

I walk sideways with arms outstretched, waving here and there for balance, like a large praying mantis using its antennae. My feet walk on angled glass, so I slip and glide on shadows. But I am used to walking among shady illusions and my feet bend easily to odd angles on the shimmery slope. After

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A Summer of Poetry

Here are a few publications featuring fabulous poetry. I thought I’d suggest a few to encourage you to make this summer a summer of poetry! Kindred: 2018 Savant Poetry Anthology.   Volutions: 2014 Savant Poetry Anthology won awards in the Los Angeles, London, Paris and Pacific Rim Book Festivals.   Running From the Pack: 2015/16 Savant Poetry

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