Writing

“The Martist” is my coinage for the duality of the spirit of the martial and the aesthetic, a split, if you will, in interests within one human being. The artist preceded the pugilist, and the...

If a Levittown, New York cement stoop formed upon pre-fungicide infested potato fields could ever emit a sound, it most probably would be a “South of the border” purchased; “American Indian” rubber covered birch bark...

Introduction:
As of the onset of this writing, I have experienced fifty-six winters in many a country, with many incomplete companions (some finally deceased). I have been lucky to have truly hunted game all my...

Part III:
Far forward and away in Kyoto a yellowing Moso, a sympodial bamboo garden clumps proud and tall against the reluctant rear of the square, famous restaurant of less than willing waiters, a deliberant...

The Origin of a Species and The Mixed Martial Arts was a seven-year grapple, “Although one can never prove sincerity unto another, this is a work of non-fiction.” And, “All that is told here has...

My current coherency to tell of totally, sometimes tubular, true stories about a past that never existed within a realm as still so rightly remembered as a raw reality. Beneath me burrows were beheld and...

Ginkos abound with burlap rap. Rising sun burns white, through an shoji’s gap. Now as caffeine touches my heart, I view a painted woman in a quick little rickshaw cart. Your voice comes to me...

German potato pancakes. Black driftwood, green glass table. Remembered in 8mm outtakes. Walls of paste up movie stars. Mom’s beady eyed, tail biting sable. Pop’s scissors constant motions. Rusted...

Pruning of Roman pines as if naked stalk broccoli headsCurbside grown, wild oregano,bedsRescue a pine cone from traffic, concealed in cigarette butts, bottlecaps, plastic bits and guano,released annually by a eight hundred year old, resinousAppian...

Iron oxide, divergent tracks Rockside permeated Perspective narrowing Ferrous Rotating striped seats swivel Ingenious Asian configuration Polished jade green linoleum Flat orange/ olive drab exterior aluminum Nagoya express

Take my gluttonous armso you can marry meTo capsize without alarmat the channel marker: we mateOur scallops to cleanwith eyes ten times eightTo see,you be with meBefore the frostLog-housenearest the sea dearest with me August...

Broken water: eighteen to waitAqua flow-um now time to relateImmediate onset then time to timeThis Lucca on the, the first timeNo race; “baby knows the pace”Doula comes, from what directionAlmost knocked unconsciousMust remember the missionHer...

For five years I felt the impactOf a single, raised spider biteLike a secret lover, it’s mouth entered me one nightUpper pectoral, rightThis one arachnid with a spirochete, lickBy doctor’s accounts, this condition solely reserved...

My father’s wide, bronze buckled, black leather big game hunting beltwas said to be ever readyFirst order, stand in the cornerAccompanied by alcohol, seeming unsteady For punishment to be dealt Abject fear, can be truly wearing Repetitive...

Her crotch seems to be the rudder of the restaurant chair’s global position My attention attracted to her sit bones, relation Crossed legs As alcohol permeates, a melodic rocking seemingly pervades Sinew’s entwine...

I notice his hands grow thicker. Wrists bend with greater and greater articulation.Almond shaped cobalt blue perception.Freckles seem to form under my daily inspection.Blond fuzz on perked ears for protection...

Having been seated at an ancient Hinoki bar. Book ended by two Asian waifs.A chore girl makes a broken glass.The woman’s bath door left ajar.Drinking from a bowl of bamboo grass.Pottery bowing to Nara’s...

Many years have passedI recall the sea planes pontoon’s wake unveiling A Kodiac Island land mass Westerly wind prevailing A hunting journey (gift) for my father,willfully undertaken Unbeknownst; not so smooth sailing...