Death · Religion · Work

The Towers of Anding City

A farmer noticed mist forming over a hill in the distance. Curious, he walked towards it, being careful to avoid the poison ivy and the sharp brambles by the grassy path. A long, sinuous vine had curved out of the ground and wrapped itself around a trunk of a huge tree. Yet this tree had…… Continue reading The Towers of Anding City

Death · Indignation · Work

Poem Without a Title 3

Great rivers flow through China, a vast life giving system, from the Yellow river in Henan to the Lijiang of Yunnan province. Like the moon, or like the yin and yang of the Book of Changes 1, they form an interactive circle, a vast mirror, where the past and present, the near and the distant…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 3

relationships · Work

Poem Without a Title 2

Sometimes cities are guarded by monsters that are not necessarily monsters. I once traveled to a city (it could have been a dream) where the inhabitants whispered tales of a Golem. The place was called Prague, or Pi Laji which sounded like the words for Horse Manure. When my friends laughed at my fantastic tale,…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 2