
Not sadness this old
But whole afterimages holdi
Brokenness mended with goldii
One vessel thresholdiii
Twenty years cast backiv
Flag:v return: continuation
Jade ponds coveting
Seclusion; springs re-sounding
Warm mountains shielding
Ancient prayers yieldingvi
Twenty years cast back
Flag: return: continuation
Opaline moon seated
Clay halo’s retreated
Floating breath lingered,
Compression defeated
Twenty years cast back
Flag: return: continuation
White kaolin birds render
Bamboo fumes cinder
Wei Wei cold wonder
Flame–burn–ash flower
Twenty years cast back
Flag: return: continuation
To many more, my love… to many more.













- Whole[some] like shema. ↩
- Sisyphean kintsugi – a kind of equilibrial alchemy – if ever there was, which might even be seen as a sort of definite tragic optimism, in the Kissingerian sense, which is to say in the very Jewish/self-responsible sense from Pirkei Avot. ↩
- Revealed like (Thielian) apocalypse. ↩
- Can you believe it’s been a decade since “a decade ago…“?! ↩
- Speaking of homes, just before going to LA last week we hosted a housewarming / halloween party at our new shack. Fifteen magnums of champagne and seventy-five cocktails later… ↩
- Embedded in kilkenny marble are silver prayers, specifically Paul Celan’s Homecoming, from which the last stanza strikes deepest:
There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.

