The public baths must have been calming, indeed.
He smiled and described the cat cafes
and the island overrun by trusting rabbits.
Instead of shaking hands, he bowed.
Hosted by his sister, he slept on futons,
dressed in yukata, and ate sashimi.
He rode south on bullet trains
And felt his first earthquake,
skyscrapers swaying over his head.
Poem 2, June 2
Advice of a poet
Go into memory cultivate relationships so you can fill
Each poem with what you know of love, of family &
Of community.
Read other writers who have blazed pathways inward.
Get to know your Kentucky heritage and traditions.
Edit where you are from.
Edit where you want to put down roots.
Love your moments.
Live life.
Answer the voice you trust most to write your words.
Let your words flow like a country stream.
Yesterday is something to celebrate.
Own your space.
Never give out, give up, or let your voice go silent.
drummer in the
Midnight Butterfly Blues Band
heart beats neon
while a blind poet
misses the light show
