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Published November 21, 2017 in Mikio - 0 Comments


It’s the messenger of life.

The omega dog.

Information and data.

It is alive.

And sometimes, in the morning,

it can still surprise you.

Mikio was about to sit down

when he was struck

by an accidental light show,

splashing on his chair.

“I am in between the stars”, he said,

Aching with savoir faire.

The Hills Have Eyes

Published September 2, 2017 in Mikio - 0 Comments

The Hills Have Eyes

Mikio looked up from his meditation and saw the landscape.

The distance from one hill to the next

was only discernible from

the contrast of one green

into the next.

“This is how time recedes”, he thought.

Slowly fading and melding into the past.

Looking back you can see

the years pale in the distance.

Gone to Seed

Published April 22, 2017 in Mikio - 0 Comments


Gone to Seed2

“Is it still an epiphany if you’ve had the realization thirty times?”

Mikio wondered.

“Don’t know if I’m stupid, stubborn or just slow to learn.”

It had dawned on him (again) that his life was just like his garden.

Overgrown, unkempt, and not really sustaining the family.

The pain was just compost to the worms.


Published April 12, 2017 in Mikio - 0 Comments


The garden faucet had sprung a leak.

Rather than fix it, he planted mint and watercress.

A simple way to turn the problem into something useful.

The mint was effervescent and made a julep to die for.

The watercress had a kick that made his salads sing Ellington.

Both flourished from Mikio’s laziness and ingenuity.

On the Cell Phone

Published February 22, 2017 in Mikio - 0 Comments

On the Cell Phone

“Would you like me to go hang myself so you can sell my house and get the money?”

“Yeah, that would be good…no, of course not. Why would you ask me something like that?”

Shuffling of papers.

“There was a mouse in my fireplace this morning. Dickens got it, I think.

She’s the hunter.”

Mikio is a loyal son. Yume is testing that loyalty.

Morning Tea

Published February 20, 2017 in Mikio - 0 Comments

Morning Tea

Bees buzzing the pale blue chicory flowers, legs fat with pollen.

Birds singing to their peers, warnings of lurking enemies.

Dogs defending their territory, planes rattling overhead.

Traffic hitting like waves along the morning shore.

Mikio had sat down to meditate and had fallen off to sleep.

Now the sun would test his mettle.

Cognitive Dissonance

Published July 2, 2016 in Mikio - 0 Comments

Cognitive Dissonance

Not everything is always bad or always good.

Even tragedy happens in degrees.

There’s a yang of blessing in the yin of the disorder.

If Not For You

Published June 7, 2016 in Mikio - 0 Comments

If Not For You

Mikio’s garden is a bit unkempt.

But not everyone thinks of bees and insects as something to be eradicated.

They deserve our respect too.

He Who Knows Does Not Speak

Published May 26, 2016 in Mikio - 0 Comments

He Who KnowsI like the image of the lake, creating a backdrop that your mind can fill in.

Running a simulation of a duck algorithm.

Your brain creates the missing pieces.