Going through a separation and divorce is very difficult. I don’t care what anyone tells you. It is a tearing at the fabric of...

(almost full moon rising yesterday evening…) Recently, a beautiful reminder came my way… I work as a substitute teacher for the school...

When I was younger, I had this notion that I wanted to know everything there was to know in the world. Yes, this is a tall order, indeed....

Shri Saraswati goddess prompting beautiful expression golden filaments of words of sounds poetry divulging the ineffable sacred fragrance...

The year was 1971 or thereabouts. I calculate my age to have been 16 and we - my family and I - had recently moved to Panama. My...

A poem written six years ago today… starting anew brave steps reveal a forest of incipient growth along with towering sentinels by way of...

(A poem written a little over a year ago in the wake of Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s passing) there is a wild hubbub...

shadows never fail to reveal the light-filled light world of contrasts plays… Annie Kiyonaga September 25, 2021

(A haiku more applicable to locations in the northern hemisphere…) those calendar dates marking time on turning globe leaves turning...

Today would have been my mother’s 96th birthday. She left this world on the full moon day of Oct. 5, 2017. (This full moon day was...

Therein is another clear recollection. During one of my several trips back east to visit my father at Sloan-Kettering Memorial...

bowing to that which humbles and sanctifies, yes bowing to the heart Annie Kiyonaga

birthdays come and go gorgeous, lit-up days remind birth-less/deathless now Annie Kiyonaga August 14, 2021

(Wow…It wasn’t until after I posted this haiku that I noticed the beautiful heart shape created by the clouds…) unexpected sight flock in...

rains quench thirsty earth leaves radiate gratitude lustrous glossiness Annie Kiyonaga August 4, 2021

cosmic dance evolves although stays always the same the “is” shines through, yes… Annie Kiyonaga August 3, 2021

shadows cast on wall evening light slow and measured travels, and adorns… Annie Kiyonaga July 31, 2021

glorious wisps grace beachside, innocent and lone they are, not lonely Annie Kiyonaga July 23, 2021

Many a year ago, while residing at an ashram (monastery), I had just finished attending an evening program replete with spiritual...

turn not away from that which calls you to pristine realms, flowers know this… Annie Kiyonaga July 21, 2021